Fitz blinked at Skye, fidgeting nervously with his tie. “Oh… uh. I dunno, actually. I don’t think I really retained anything at the, ehm, the dance lessons so I’m not sure if…”
He paused and then sighed, trying to get himself to loosen up a bit. Fitz gave Skye a hesitant smile and then took her hand, shrugging. “Yeah, okay, I guess I could try a dance or two.”
“You’re a rocket scientist,” Skye commented over her shoulder, tugging him forward by the hand until they’d reached the perfect spot. She turned to Fitz again, an eyebrow quirked as to challenge him. “If your genius brain messes up those four steps, we’re getting drunk. Actually, we’re getting drunk regardless.”