[She can't help but tease him back, knowing he wasn't actually expecting an answer. Truthfully, it feels rather like it was so very long ago now. Not quite another life, but definitely like something that happened in another Time perhaps.]
So far, dancing seems to have some similarities despite the differing origins of everyone. I guess as an art, in a sense, it makes sense since art is often considered a universal language of sorts.
[Ah, yes. Her inner nerd rears it's happy little head. Books being one of Caitlyn's big weaknesses... aside from fancy guns.]
It's interesting how suffering through ballroom dancing lessons is exactly how I'd describe it as well. Yet here I am. [There's certainly some amusement to the situation, Caitlyn Kiramman offering ballroom lessons of all things. When it's only a few years since she'd have done anything to get out of having to take those very same lessons herself.] I'd be more than happy to learn some dances that weren't at my mother's insistence, actually.
[She can't help but agree to the offer, before taking a moment to gesture to the otherwise empty room. Since it's not like they've actually begun dancing yet.]
And it looks to me like you're the only one here. If anything, I owe you for keeping me occupied.
[In fact, dropping his hand, it's Caitlyn's turn to bow. And she does so in the way more traditionally associated with men, blue eyes glimmering with mischief as she does it. After all, as teacher it behooves her to lead, doesn't it? So why not lean into it. Then she simply holds out her left hand for him to take, before she'll slot her other arm into the proper position. Right hand eventually coming to rest on his shoulder blade. Her intention is just a simple waltz step to start, nothing fancy, just the basic box and then they can expand from there.]
Don't ask me how many videos of dancing I just watched I don't wanna talk about it
[She can't help but tease him back, knowing he wasn't actually expecting an answer. Truthfully, it feels rather like it was so very long ago now. Not quite another life, but definitely like something that happened in another Time perhaps.]
So far, dancing seems to have some similarities despite the differing origins of everyone. I guess as an art, in a sense, it makes sense since art is often considered a universal language of sorts.
[Ah, yes. Her inner nerd rears it's happy little head. Books being one of Caitlyn's big weaknesses... aside from fancy guns.]
It's interesting how suffering through ballroom dancing lessons is exactly how I'd describe it as well. Yet here I am. [There's certainly some amusement to the situation, Caitlyn Kiramman offering ballroom lessons of all things. When it's only a few years since she'd have done anything to get out of having to take those very same lessons herself.] I'd be more than happy to learn some dances that weren't at my mother's insistence, actually.
[She can't help but agree to the offer, before taking a moment to gesture to the otherwise empty room. Since it's not like they've actually begun dancing yet.]
And it looks to me like you're the only one here. If anything, I owe you for keeping me occupied.
[In fact, dropping his hand, it's Caitlyn's turn to bow. And she does so in the way more traditionally associated with men, blue eyes glimmering with mischief as she does it. After all, as teacher it behooves her to lead, doesn't it? So why not lean into it. Then she simply holds out her left hand for him to take, before she'll slot her other arm into the proper position. Right hand eventually coming to rest on his shoulder blade. Her intention is just a simple waltz step to start, nothing fancy, just the basic box and then they can expand from there.]