[ He sighs. This is utterly ridiculous. Farmer's daughter or not, women of Asgard attending these celebrations need to know how to dance, and he looks utterly ridiculous with every flinch and wince he makes when she stomps on him. Awkward is an understatement.

A hand lifts to uncharacteristically gently touch her chin, tilting her head up. And pointedly ignoring the ram comment, since she only mentioned it because he's not wearing the helmet. ]

Lift your head. Eyes over my shoulder. Step where I guide you. If you constantly watch your feet, you focus too much on your potential for making mistakes, and you will shatter my shins before the night is over.