"You are rushing--it is to be enjoyed," he lightly scolds, a smile on his face as he adjusts his hold on her. "It does not help that you can barely see your own feet in that dress of yours." He guides her slowly through the steps, bringing them to the side of the dance floor, not quite off of it, but a bit out of the way so he can straighten her steps out. Goodness.

He laughs a bit now as he spins her around once in time with the music, pulling her close. "I would invite you to step on my feet like a daughter does to her father to dance with him, but your shoes might hurt."