Cir has no real dancing experience but he makes the world's best follow insofar as he can complete the steps! This was such a good idea.

He keeps going much longer than he means to, because it's just so much fun.

Eventually, though, one must stop moving and flop. The opulent armchair is comfortably cozy, with Siurek in it and Cir in his lap.

"My little mystery," he says, petting Cir's hair. "You're—not exactly reading my mind—but something in that vein, aren't you?" The dancing has left them both a bit sticky. He contemplates hauling Cir into the bath, but finds the prospect of standing up again moderately unappealing at the moment.

Snuggle. Nuzzle. Agreeable nod, though he doesn't know exactly what Siurek said he seems to be thinking about Cir in an increasingly accurate way.