He spins at her bidding, falling into the motion with fluid grace and springs back to her next beck and call.

"Stranger or not, you seem perfectly capable of that." How long will it take until she has an inkling of an idea without him outright telling her? That lively little flip in his chest as he whirled about: was it nerves, or a lick of something else? "You must love surprises. Are you having fun tonight?"