She snorts at that. "Trust me. If I'm not in my pointe shoes, I'm wonderfully uncoordinated. I trip over the air at times." She smiles again, appreciating his efforts.

"Then he'll try to stump me at Scrabble, then." She sighs. "Will it never end?"

"I suppose I do like being in control. But it does feel good to let loose as well. Which reminds me--will there be dancing at the soiree?"