Zydrunas squirmed as the attention fell upon them both, his eyes shooting around the tavern in a state of alarm. Why did she do such a thing? Why did she behave in such a way? He internally cursed her for such behaviour, for that was the way of a performer - draw attention to one's self and entertain the masses with it. The hands grasped his, a momentary flinch when he noticed what her intention was, his eyebrows rising as he was lured upwards onto his feet. Unable to control the moment, or find the words to object outside of stuttering Zydrunas was pulled firmly towards the stage - skin having gone pale and his eyes wide to the notion. It should not have been too hard, he told himself, just be a fool for a moment then make a hasty escape through the tavern door when booed off stage.
There was a blink as he registered he was before the dias, eyes staring down at it as he tried to understand how he allowed himself to get into such a situation - where had he gone wrong? Where had he brought such a weight upon him. He gave a twitch as the quick words in common darted past him, a momentary blank expression as he tried to work out what was being said, "Right now? You want me to...?"
Even with her attempts to reassure did little to calm him as stepped up onto the stage, his head turning back and eyes boggling at the seeming sea of faces. He had seen people watch him dance before, he had performed in the loosest sense of the word, but why did this make him hesitate so much? His eyes blinked, that cool clench of dread filling him as he gathered some bearings, "Everything look... big from here. Different big." There was a tentative tap with his boot as he tried to make sense of the space. How could he use it, how could he perform in it? A counting of steps, he heard the beginning of a tune being tested and played out. The foot gave a gentle tap, his head gently nodding as he tried to find the rhythm. Normally he preferred firmer beats, but this he could work with - or be forced to work with. The Eypharian did not look like she was about to let him go just yet. A stretch of limbs, he readied himself as best he could with a small nod, "You will not let me go. I will... partake? Very well," he stepped to the other side of the dias, forcibly swallowing down his nerves before nodding, "begin careful, get quicker. Dah?"
He found the beat, and promptly begun. At first it was slow, his gnosis prickling almost in anticipation for what was to come. His hands rose before him, arms bent, fingers open and clawed. One foot stepping behind the other, the mind trying to splutter up the next step of this impromptu dance. A circle, the twitch of lips as he worked his way around in a small circle, hands twisting and pulling, snake-like as the fingers gripped and pulled upon something invisible, from there the arms tugged down, forelimbs swirling it to his core. It was then the left arm came out, slow, careful as if drawing something out from within, form twisting and turning, contorting round so his back was before at last flicking the arm out to the right as if to discard it. With a tap of the foot he turned back again to face the woman, eyes staring intently before the motions begun again - a touch faster than before and focused more upon being fluid.