[He takes his hand. Urianger might notice that his fingers are scarred, and the grip is not the strongest--perhaps at times there is still the telltale, faint shake of old nerve damage--but it hardly hinders his effort to slowly lead him to the wide clearance of the dance floor.]

I'm always amenable to a discussion about magic.

[boy you don't even know]

First off-

[He begins, as he finds a proper spot on the dance floor]

I'm curious. Have you been studying much Abraxan magic during your stay here?