Oh, no-- no. It was a very, very long time ago, practically a lifetime.

[Fortunately, there isn't much in the way of sadness to that. If anything, Rose just succeeds in making him feel warm and a bit flustered. Smiling humbly, he ducks his head as he follows her, at least until they find a spot for themselves.]

All right, well. Fortunately, your feet ought at least be safe from mine, if nothing else.

[For him, it is but a basic ballroom step, a practiced waltz from years and years ago from when he was still just a man. A man dedicated to his work, serving the king, and knowing just enough courtesy expected of him. Even then, he was not exactly an excellent dancer, but he manages to only stumble a bit as he remembers what his feet ought to be doing.]