"I think I just have my moments where I don't trip over my feet," Neville responded, knowing that, while he did have moments where it seemed like he could actually be a really good dancer, it was just a hobby and something that he did from time to time when he needed to relax. There were many other people who did it more often and were better because of it, but he was happy to just practice every now and again when the mood struck.
Having good feet certainly didn't help with his hands, at least, as they were two completely different things on his body. He could be the best tap dancer and what not, but his hands were still slightly shaky and unsure about where he was supposed to let them rest. He had moved them from her hips to her waist to her back a few different times until he had finally kept them wrapped around her back so he could keep her close. He did think, at least, that he had improved since that incredible day in the greenhouse.
"You're a good kisser," he echoed, taking these few free moments to breathe. One of his hands left her back and came up to caress her face, touching her so softly that he could have been touching fire. "Do you want to sit? On the bed, rather."
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