The swat to her back seemed to help with her posture, and while he'd never gone easy on her, he had kept in mind that she wasn't aiming at dancing professionally. "It's a start," he shrugged, and kept leading her around the floor. Maybe she wasn't aiming at becoming a pro, but that couldn't stop her from treating her as if she did.

His jaw clenched a little tighter when she asked about the dance, and he weighed his words very carefully before replying, knowing that what he told her about the dances he taught her usually indicated something about how they felt. "The tango," he started, then did a quick turn. "Was invented in the back alleys and brothels of Buenos Aires. As a dance, the emphasis isn't on the places you touch, but about the space that separates the dancers."