[Brief surprise registers in Paul's eyes, but it quickly smooths back into a pleasant smile. Things are different here, and he strives for adaptation.]
I'm not sure that there are leads.
[He can tolerate mild embarrassment, if necessary, especially with the golden courage blooming from his stomach. He lays his hand on her elbow to guide her to the dance floor, where a song with a pulsing beat and incomprehensible lyrics blares.]
But all right. Would you dance with this amateur, my lady?
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I'm not sure that there are leads.
[He can tolerate mild embarrassment, if necessary, especially with the golden courage blooming from his stomach. He lays his hand on her elbow to guide her to the dance floor, where a song with a pulsing beat and incomprehensible lyrics blares.]
But all right. Would you dance with this amateur, my lady?