He gave a sheepish laugh. "Simple sounds great." And by that, Ven meant he wouldn't risk outdoing himself again. (It was one time, okay.)

He placed his free hand on her side and started to lead at a simple pace, as promised, quickly catching onto the rhythm. But "simple" could still be quick, and he could go quite a ways before outdoing himself, so it wasn't long before they had matched pace with the other dancers around them. If his mind was still heavy with his recent thoughts, his movements didn't reflect it at all.

"How's this?"