With the only other part of his face visible his eyes, the emotions she sees there hit harder, held tight to him. The wealth of emotions, of love, she sees in his eyes warms her, and she smiles, a soft smile just for him, hoping he'll see the same love and warmth reflected back at him.

She laughs, light and surprised, as he spins her, another rush of pride running through her that she doesn't miss the step, or worse, step on him. She takes the opportunity to hold a little tighter, to sway them a little more. "Good at normal waltzes and the awkward prom sway. Are there any dances you aren't good at?"