Not dignifying her protest with a response, he kept his own stance to tightly, even the pros would approve. There would be nothing personal about this, not until he was ready to make it personal. Until then, he was content to let her stew in the dirty little trap she'd set for herself. See how she liked being the one who was kept in the dark for once.

Her steps were hesitant and more unsure than they usually were, and he gave her a not entirely gentle little smack on the back. "It would be if you'd straighten up. Maybe it'd make it easier for you to find your feet. I told you you needed to focus." Okay, so maybe he wasn't being one hundred percent professional, and maybe he was being extremely impatient with her, but he was the wounded party here. He was allowed. This would usually be where he told her the history of the dance, told her about the underlying emotions in it, but that would be just a little too much of a clue for her to figure out what was going on.