It was rather impossible, wasn't it? Two people so displaced in time for completely different reasons and somehow coming back together. Someone was having a good laugh about that somewhere, though he supposed that as long as he had heard that he couldn't mind all that much. "I am older now, and it will be for hiding my face this time." He wasn't enthusiastic about a beard though. They itched and were hard to manage.

He knew very well that she could very easily deny him a dance with her, the opportunity to do something that he suspected he hadn't done in a very long time. His hand waited, no pressuring but available until she took it, and he pulled her up from her seat with an ease that he didn't even think about. "And you think I remember how?"

He still grasped her hand and set his other on her waist like he was supposed to, pulling her along almost naturally into a slow rhythm that followed the music. He stared at her, his blue eyes meeting hers as he took the lead as a gentleman should. If he didn't think about it, he moved like old times but with far more fluid deadly grace. "Hmm, not so bad, I guess."