Harrow presses his fingertips to his chest, tilts his head down, and raises his eyebrows. Him? Dance? "I dance, 'course I dance! Bet I'd make a bad partner for you, though."
He bends down to set his bottle on the ground and wobbles as he stands straight again.
"See, 'cause I dance like this," he says and loops his thumbs behind his belt. He does some kind of exceedingly country-fried line dance that involves an awful lot of boot-kicking and staring at his own feet. He's through quickly, pauses for a chug of his drink, and then continues.
"But I figure you dance like this," he says, holding his arms out in front of him as if around the shoulders of an invisible partner. He attempts to waltz in a circle, gets briefly tangled up by his own legs, then catches his balance again and saves face with a deep bow for Amelia.
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He bends down to set his bottle on the ground and wobbles as he stands straight again.
"See, 'cause I dance like this," he says and loops his thumbs behind his belt. He does some kind of exceedingly country-fried line dance that involves an awful lot of boot-kicking and staring at his own feet. He's through quickly, pauses for a chug of his drink, and then continues.
"But I figure you dance like this," he says, holding his arms out in front of him as if around the shoulders of an invisible partner. He attempts to waltz in a circle, gets briefly tangled up by his own legs, then catches his balance again and saves face with a deep bow for Amelia.