[He's clearly bothered by the growth of the smile on his lips, the extra little tug as he leads them through with another turn. There's no helping it, always a sucker for praise. It isn't something he feels badly about, taking the chances he can to dole it in turn.]
I would say so.
[And from there, he simply leads for a while, little noise but the swish of fabric and the step of their feet. There's no need to guide further than that when they fall into the movements with ease. Jeremiah doesn't care to break a comfortable silence, but after a point he does anyway.]
Even if it's been a while, you're taking well to this.
[Kind of a shame, if he's such a natural at following. It's as much a skill as leading, one that's too often underappreciated, if not stifled entirely.]
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I would say so.
[And from there, he simply leads for a while, little noise but the swish of fabric and the step of their feet. There's no need to guide further than that when they fall into the movements with ease. Jeremiah doesn't care to break a comfortable silence, but after a point he does anyway.]
Even if it's been a while, you're taking well to this.
[Kind of a shame, if he's such a natural at following. It's as much a skill as leading, one that's too often underappreciated, if not stifled entirely.]