The silence is unnerving. The blank expression more so. He really, really doesn't like that blank look.

"No," He blurts it out, then shakes his head. "No, of course not, you're a student, this dance is for you, it's not my... if this was about that I could just leave myself." He's fumbling this already. Hardly surprising, he didn't even go in with a half-baked plan. This is all raw stupid.

"Just commenting that you dance well. Not many know those dances these days."