protocol: (► mr president i want a man from you)
WASHINGTON. ([personal profile] protocol) wrote in [community profile] forbarrayar 2017-02-24 05:06 pm (UTC)

Are you asking me to dance with you?

[ He doesn't exactly sound scared, just bewildered and kind of amused, just by the apparent absurdity of the situation, at least to his eyes. He'd come away from that party to speak to Lakshmi alone, yes, but also to get away from the pomp of the party, and he associates that with dancing. He'd already sort of slipped into the frame of mind and focus that comes when he's training, when he's fully concentrating on trying to learn something, on bettering himself, on learning a movement.

Dancing isn't what he expected, and he still has the rapier held loosely in his hand, the weight already a little more familiar to him, now, still not natural, but definitely more than before. But when she starts to move, she moves along with her, mirroring, and not just playfully but actually seriously, careful when he tries to match the first step, easing forward -- not that stepping forward is difficult, but he's keeping in mind everything she's already shown him, trying to keep all of it in mind.

Still, he looks up, offers her a smile. ]


Guess it's worth a shot. [ He has no doubt dancing actually helps. Still not sure he's ever going to be a great dancer, though, but there's few things Wash won't try. ]

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