Oh--oh! So, something of a waltz then? Ambulon thought he heard someone talk about that particular dance while lounging around. Ambulon slowly clutched her hand, placing his free one on Elita's hip. So far so good, right?

"Oh, well, you seem to know more what you're doing than I do," he chortled, and mirrored her movements. Rather stiffly; just getting warmed up, though. "So, um... Maybe you lead and then, if I get a hang of this, switch off?" he suggested.