Whatever that one entails, Ellis slots it into some quiet, distant corner. Maybe he'll ask next year. Whatever the next occasion might be, where they might find a moment to dance.

"Aye," is easy agreement. He is a good pupil. Happy to be so guided, to be led down the hallway and directed where she would. Here a turn. Here a crossing of arms, their linked hands. (One link, where Ellis suspects there might have been two held fast.) A point where he must duck beneath the bridge of her lifted arm, which requires some doing.

"Is it like this the whole way through?" he prompts. "You might lead the whole way through."

A little teasing suggestion, knowing that she is unlikely to agree to it.