"How fortunate I've sturdy boots." Obi-Wan replies with a wide smile, hand extended still, cape swept low in a courtly bow. "We'll keep to the edges if that is more to your comfort, but I cannot in good conscious allow a lady to while away a gala without at least one dance. Humor me?"

Perhaps it may be underhanded to use his most winning of all smiles- ever aware that most beings find him at least passingly attractive for a human male of his age; but putting a little shine on something so harmless as a dance cannot truly cause any harm, could it?

Aside from the fact that Nadine has been a most gracious employer and ally in him finding his feet- she is lovely, and is fully deserving of a turn around the floor to feel flattered by positive attention.