"I didn't see you dance," Asina sipped her juice, asking, "Why didn't you join in?"
"I'm not very skilled at dancing, so it's nice just to quietly appreciate others' dance moves."
"Then you should dance even more. The steps are simple, and you'd learn after a few tries." Asina blinked her eyes, her face full of expectation, "If you want to learn, I can teach you."
With the lady taking the initiative, Liszt couldn't very well refuse bluntly; he could only stand up and extend his hand: "May I have the honor of this dance with you?"
"The honor is mine." Asina extended her hand to Liszt and stood up smoothly.
And so, Liszt led Asina to the dance floor, and with the accompaniment of a soothing piano melody, he wrapped his arm around Asina's waist, their left hands clasping, and they began to dance together on the floor. The social dances of the nobility always had very simple steps. Liszt had never danced them himself before, but his predecessor had quite a lot of experience.
