"Nonsense-" Under normal circumstances he might not be half so forward- but under normal circumstances he wouldn't have had half as much wine, spirit unburdened by the weight of responsibility and respectability expected of a Jedi. The word means nothing to the people here and as alienating as it can be? On occasion it's quite liberating. So he may have had a glass or two too many. Not enough to cause trouble but enough to bring warmth to his cheeks and a glimmer of mischief to his eyes as he gently but firmly coaxes Castiel out onto the floor. "You've been by yourself all night and you simply must dance at least once, and if I'm the only one brave enough to ask, than ask I shall-"
Ask, insist- Bantha, Bontha.
What matters less is the why and more the what- to be very fair to Castiel he'd attempted to drag him to the floor during one of the simpler dances, a spirited spinning rondo, but by the time they've made their way to the floor something a little more heated, though no less spirited, winds it's way through the air. "Of course I know what we're doing- it's not all that different from...I forget what it's called, but the steps aren't quite that difficult. Follow my footwork, as though advancing in a duel. I'll handle the rest."
This particular brand of music calls for a closer embrace than the other dance, but Obi-Wan guides Castiel's hands in position on his shoulder, hand in hand, his free palm settled at the dip of his waist as they stand, chest to chest. This close his warm chuckle is palpable, finger counting the beat in gentle taps against Castiel's hand. "Trust me. I'll make certain we look like we belong."
here we go!
Ask, insist- Bantha, Bontha.
What matters less is the why and more the what- to be very fair to Castiel he'd attempted to drag him to the floor during one of the simpler dances, a spirited spinning rondo, but by the time they've made their way to the floor something a little more heated, though no less spirited, winds it's way through the air. "Of course I know what we're doing- it's not all that different from...I forget what it's called, but the steps aren't quite that difficult. Follow my footwork, as though advancing in a duel. I'll handle the rest."
This particular brand of music calls for a closer embrace than the other dance, but Obi-Wan guides Castiel's hands in position on his shoulder, hand in hand, his free palm settled at the dip of his waist as they stand, chest to chest. This close his warm chuckle is palpable, finger counting the beat in gentle taps against Castiel's hand. "Trust me. I'll make certain we look like we belong."