[Oh, well, that's even better somehow. Orym sighs a soft, content sound that he doesn't mean to make. It's hard not to really as comfortable and warm as he is right now. His arm drapes around the other man, fingers tracing up and down along his back.]

That... [Orym looks sheepish.] Don't laugh, all right, but... I never really learned to dance. I learned to fight. Take away the sword, and you'd be really surprised how similar they are. So I guess, that part came naturally.