He very nearly spluttered at her comment, and it was beyond him to keep the roguish grin off his face when he replied. "The answer to that will always be naughty." He lowered his voice an octave and added, "Very, very naughty..."

But then of course she picked up the gauntlet and threw it right back at him and all thoughts of Santa and naughty boys and girls and idiot brothers evaporated. Well... Maybe not those about naughty boys and girls. Not all of them anyway.

"Alright..." He moved a couple of steps back from her. "Not I'm not expecting you to do anything near this, not for a long time. But eventually? You will." He snapped his fingers in time with the music a few times and let the rhythm rise up from his toes. And then, he was off, feet not touching the floor for more than a split second at a time. It had really been much too long since he'd had the chance to make dancing any real fun, and for a few minutes, he lost himself to the music as he flew across the floor, making use of every bit of space he had.

When the song drew to s close, he finished by sliding across the floor on his knees to where she stood, leaning back on his arm and grinning up at her, out of breath and more alive than he'd felt for a long time. "And that? Is the quickstep. An improvised version of it anyway."