Dan does control his expression: he keeps the guilty whoops off his face.

“I’m asking because I reckon that’s what we’d be doing here, dancing together regularly.” He settles into first position, examining his own turnout. “I ain’t good enough to teach and even though I know I could might learn from you, I ain’t about to put that responsibility on you.”

Tendu, tendu. “So if we make this a regular thing, that’s what it’d be. Movement for the sake of it instead of progress. That’s how I’d prefer it, anyway.”