"You would step on my toes on purpose? How unkind." She seems astonished with how they move, her eyes trailing about the room. It is slightly unbelievable, but Ezio finds comfort in this. He normally isn't one for big, formal parties, but he can't say he hasn't been to a few with his father.

Ezio gives her a shrug at the comment. "I had good teachers--my father was an affluent man and he couldn't have sons who could not hold their own with the noblewomen, don't you think?" His steps flow easily, whether it's the timing, or how his hips and legs seem to merely move on their own to precise beats, he doesn't know. He's been fluid all his life, flexible, adept. Dancing just feels right.