[she glances around. there has been a large cluster of people that seem to be moving on the same, or similar, beat. she has no inclination to join them, but it is a party, and here is a boy she actually does like, and they've both faced much greater challenges. she meets paul's eyes again and smiles, only a little mischievous.]

Well, you seem a quick study, and I'm sure I can follow any lead. Besides, it's your party, and it should have the kind of dancing you like.

[she places her hands behind her back, adopting a formal posture from home, though she hardly expects whatever dance he shows her to bear much resemblance to westerosi dances. and she makes an overly serious face, to better convey the nature of the jest.]

Ask me to dance, and then tell me more about the desert worms.