As he at least got the hang of it, and as soon as he did she hummed a soft tune to at least match.
“Actually yes I am, I dance ballet.”
“Ah.. I see.” A soft blush tainted his cheeks. From embarrassment, of course. What else? There was no shame in a little boy like him not know how to dance, yet… Conan was supposed to know everything (in his opinion). This was a disgrace.
He tiptoed a little for the taller girl, amazed that they have been able to dance this much despite their height difference. Damn. His height was always in the way.
“Are you alright with leaning down this much?”
