[She looks up at him with wide, hoprful eyes as one hand moves to his shoulder, the other to rest over where his sits at her waist for when he decides to take it.

The last time they "danced" was back in the Shakespeare dreamscape, wasn't it? Thinking back to it, it wasn't even a dance. Just swaying to the distant music...

She intends to change that for this wedding. It's just a matter of knowing where to start.]

You know how, yeah?

[She isn't so sure she knows all that well, but Tifa breaks into a smile all the same.]

You'll have to lead, won't you? I've seen how they do it in movies, and back in that dream, but... that's it.