"It's not me I'm worried about. I've been through more than enough." His piercing blue eyes locked gazes with those of the gorgeous blonde. "It's you I'm quite worried for? To say I've two left feet is an understatement. I do hope your travels have toughened your feet, for I fear an undeserved punishment is coming their way. I'll try to minimize the number of times I step on you, Kyra, and I apologize how for all the times I do." For everything the former doctor could do, dance was not one of them. Gods be with Kyra for taking this evil on.
Orion glanced around, almost nervous, as Kyra took his hand and rested her other arm upon him. His concern wasn't that of the blonde touching him. No, that was quite pleasant indeed. It was him trying to look to the other dancers to see what they were doing. Kyra was trying to lead him into leading, which was awkward enough without his rigid as a tree posture. On top of that, Orion wasn't paying attention to his dance partner. The rest of those enjoying the music seemed to be repeating the same basic routine. Three steps, quick, quick slow. Quick, quick, slow. Quick, quick, slow. Spin. Easy enough to observe, but clearly an impossible task.
He took a deep breath and turned his fuil..well, mostly full attention to Kyra, mustering a smile. The bravado with which he'd requested a dance had quickly retreated, and now he was in survival mode. Panicked, he stepped forward once, twice, three times, just slightly off of the rhythm, but Kyra seemed to be able to adjust. Thankfully the music wasn't too fast, but it didn't make for a pretty scene. "I guess it's not..the worst?" His deep eyes widened as she suggested something absurd. It was hard enough to do without adding insane maneuvers, but before Orion could really protest, Kyra was already guiding him into the spin. His arm raised high and the woman did all the work of the twirling before returning back to base position in front of Orion.
"It was luck, I assure you. Sometimes you just fall into good things. Quite a dancer you are, Miss Kyra. This something you practiced as a child as well?" He fell silent as they both fell back into step, painstakingly managing their way through the queer display. A man half a foot taller trying not to destroy the toes of his lithe partner, scuffling his feat to an almost beat, all while staring wide eyed at the ground. At least Kyra was kind enough not to laugh, right?
Orion glanced around, almost nervous, as Kyra took his hand and rested her other arm upon him. His concern wasn't that of the blonde touching him. No, that was quite pleasant indeed. It was him trying to look to the other dancers to see what they were doing. Kyra was trying to lead him into leading, which was awkward enough without his rigid as a tree posture. On top of that, Orion wasn't paying attention to his dance partner. The rest of those enjoying the music seemed to be repeating the same basic routine. Three steps, quick, quick slow. Quick, quick, slow. Quick, quick, slow. Spin. Easy enough to observe, but clearly an impossible task.
He took a deep breath and turned his fuil..well, mostly full attention to Kyra, mustering a smile. The bravado with which he'd requested a dance had quickly retreated, and now he was in survival mode. Panicked, he stepped forward once, twice, three times, just slightly off of the rhythm, but Kyra seemed to be able to adjust. Thankfully the music wasn't too fast, but it didn't make for a pretty scene. "I guess it's not..the worst?" His deep eyes widened as she suggested something absurd. It was hard enough to do without adding insane maneuvers, but before Orion could really protest, Kyra was already guiding him into the spin. His arm raised high and the woman did all the work of the twirling before returning back to base position in front of Orion.
"It was luck, I assure you. Sometimes you just fall into good things. Quite a dancer you are, Miss Kyra. This something you practiced as a child as well?" He fell silent as they both fell back into step, painstakingly managing their way through the queer display. A man half a foot taller trying not to destroy the toes of his lithe partner, scuffling his feat to an almost beat, all while staring wide eyed at the ground. At least Kyra was kind enough not to laugh, right?