[They're set then. But as he slips his hand unto the other's, he cannot help but stifle a laugh at the subject of skill. Most certainly downplaying said skill, he would think- as while he could not think of Hades, as he knew him, ever dancing (much less in this guise) he was so very used to the other man's tendency to be overly modest.

In his mind, all would be well. He would try his very hardest and perform reasonably acceptably, he's sure. Hades, on the other hand, would scale back his tendency to excel- and do a heroic job of not calling attention to the fact his feet would be repeatedly stepped on, nigh crushed. And this would be fun. So as they draw closer, and as his limbs are directed to where they should go:]

I must admit, I'd not imagined that I would ever witness you dancing. Much less have the opportunity to be involved. Yet it stands to sense- I imagine much is different to how I remember you. It has been such a long time, after all.

[A pause, and as they begin moving...]

I would like to know you- in all aspects- once again.