[Jeremiah can't help a small chuckle, his full attention rounded back on the other man as he sweeps them into another turn, a little wider this time. Just to twirl him around for the fun of it; the steps are simple, but he likes the wiggle room it allows.]

You believe so? [He's humored at least, though his expression speaks to some consideration.] Well it can't be hard, if one likely doesn't need a lesson beforehand.

[For that due consideration, he has no intention of trying just yet. He likes it over here with just a little more space, likes the neatness of their timed movements. Abel takes to it well, pale and pretty in the cool moonlight, fitting well into Jeremiah's arms. He's better than he'd expected at molding to another's movements, nothing if not a pleasant surprise.

Then again, he hadn't for a moment seemed to want to lead. No protest when Jeremiah laid claim to the position. Maybe even some relief, even. It might just be more comfortable this way.]

Not that I wouldn't accept a guiding hand, in turn.