They rock like ships at sea to the leisurely tempo, the soothing and magical melody that ferries moods to more pleasurable destinations. Asked a question like that, and Soren is forced to analyze himself, his reasoning. Why, indeed? Why, suspecting she may harbor some resentment toward his prior treatment of her desire to grow closer? Why, when dancing is one of his least favorite activities, when he doesn't care to play games like these with people? When her ardor for their connection had unsettled him so, when their relationship to each other is an indiscernible tangle?

It must be something in the music. In the moment. But he had decided, then, with volition all his own, to take her hand and accept her invitation, no matter how unsure he had been about it.

"...A lapse in judgment, it would seem."

He begins to pull himself away, clicking backwards until he cleaves suitable distance between them.

"Or perhaps I could say that in the moment, I was... enchanted to. No, you are right. I overstepped my bounds." Especially after that creepy stunt of slinking his hand down her waist when she didn't even know who he was. What was he thinking? He begins to leave. "It's good to hear that you are doing well. Please enjoy the rest of your evening."