He scoffed. "Most assuredly not. Have I ever told you about Malum, the bar I regularly frequented and Hawke worked in back in the fleet?"

He was quietly pleased with the ease of the dancing and the mindlessness of the conversation, even. Light and easy and distracting. And a bit of physical exertion, dancing was always an easy way to get the blood moving. Another good reason to keep music around the house.

Slowly, the dance shifted a step here, another palm-circle there, things that weren't the pattern from before, but held the same steps and tempo and physical cues. Something off the cuff.