6:55 PM
Thomas paused a moment, as though in deep thought. He grinned and waited until she was finished texting before sitting in bed with her and wrapping an arm around her. He had been doing that a lot lately, he noticed. She was just too cute sometimes. He turned to her and laughed.
"I think I'd still like to see that. I wouldn't let you slip or at least I'd fall over with you if pull me down to the ground," he told her, "I'm not much of a dancer myself, but I won't turn down the opportunity to have you on my arm."
Truthfully, he did not know how to dance. Over the course of his life, he just imitated the people around him whenever he found himself at a party. He appreciated formal functions more in that aspect. There were only so many ways you could mess up a slow dance. As he gazed at her, he smirked slightly.
"I hear grace is half of dancing and you were very graceful last night," he teased.