A Mysterious Guest (1)

"You're not as poor as I predicted for someone who just started learning the dance." Commented Cassian as he still helped her with the steps, and that brought a proud smile to her lips to hear she wasn't doing hundred percent bad.

"Then I'm guessing I'm not as stiff as I have imagined myself to be." Out of mere instinct, both her hands linked themselves around his neck and she asked. "How did you learn to dance like this? You never gave the impression of someone who would take dance lessons."

Madeline asked out of pure curiosity, and her curiosity was, however, justified. 

"There are a lot of things I do that don't fit the impression I give, which is why I don't do them." He clarified, and that only piqued Madeline's interest to know what else he was capable of doing other than being a skilled dancer.

"But how did you learn?"