No lesson needed, though I think I could help. I do think it'd be hard to manage some of the, ah... Moves with a lower centre, it in a suit.

[ Dropping that ass, he means. Still, Abel's not complaining, since he's the one who went straight for the well-dressed man before all others in the crowd. Abel follows the steps for a while longer, comfortable to be led around on Jeremiah's whims since he hasn't been steered wrong yet, though something occurs to him that has him looking up with wide, dark eyes. ]

Do you think we could try an under-arm twirl?

[ He's running through the footwork in his mind, certain that it's a good opportunity for him to mis-step, even as he asks. He wants to give it a try, as something he's never done before even though it seemed like it would actually be fun from this side of the dance. ]