He smiles.

She grins back.

"So," she says whimsically, "you can't sing, but can you dance?"

"Yes, actually!"

"Ah, but can you dance at normal speeds, or just very fast?"

Snicker.

"Better question: do you want to dance?"

"Sure!"

She grins and holds out her hands as the strains of dancing music pick up out of nowhere.

Dancing!

Dancing! Odette has a better sense of Milan's style than he has of hers, at first, since she wasn't actually dancing that first night, but it shouldn't take him too long to get an idea.

Whee.

Whee!

Eventually, at a still not gratuitously irresponsible hour, the music tapers off.

"I--I had a really nice time."

"Me too."

Is she blushing? Kind of hard to tell, in the dim artificial lighting. It might just be flush from exertion, they were just dancing. "You're really great."

Grin. "You too."

"I, um.

Can I kiss you?"

"Yes."

She leans down slightly and does this.

Oh goodness. Yep, that's a thing that's happening.

It is so very very happening! She--might be having to restrain herself, a little, from going farther than she's sure he's comfortable with. But within those bounds she is very enthusiastic.

Enthusiasm!

Eeeeee~

She is very respectful of what she knows of his boundaries but she is also not going to be putting the brakes on this anytime soon.

Well then they may spend a while standing in this garden and kissing.