[He can't help but laugh quietly when she pushes back, his upper body swaying back as he does before he rights himself. He knows her—she's not as innocent as she's pretending to be. But as his brief laugh dies down, he smiles more genuinely at her words.]
Practice, huh... All right. But what kind of dance would you have in mind? Or the music?
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Practice, huh... All right. But what kind of dance would you have in mind? Or the music?