Three measures march on by this way with the rising, falling counts, their eyes locked upon each other, Soren steeped in concentration as his mind forks in different directions both physical and abstract. He's seen and felt how leads twirl follows. Even with his extra few inches granted by heels, he still has not quite scaled the height of the faun. To make matters worse, her antlers prove to be quite an impediment to an underarm spin.

It's probably not going to happen. Not unless he decides to transform into a dragon here and now, but that's going a little too far for one dance move.

"You're no stranger to me," he affirms. Then, his hand shifts up her back and he tilts her into a shallow dip. "But if you really care about me, you'll know and respect I need my space when I want it." He leans a little further while keeping his balance, his scarlet eyes upon her cool ones. "That time is not now, though. I came to you first, didn't I?"