[It's a date, then. Even when he speaks offhandedly, the honesty Abel gives in response warms him. Jeremiah hums and nods by way of agreement, continuing through the steps and wondering what garb would better suit that occasion. All he really owns are slacks and work jeans.

Not that Farmer Orange turning up in overalls wouldn't be a sight on its own.]

Of course. [Jeremiah pauses for a moment.] Let most of the turn happen in that second step once your foot hits the ground, the last two will give you plenty of time to come around and together.

[Leading them through a few times to get the rhythm back, he's a little firmer with his left in guiding as he arcs Abel around, pacing the twirl. Whether it helps when he hasn't followed himself in many years, who can say. He won't trade off positions for a refresher, though.]