"A second time! Oh, Mister Ellis. Haven't you taught people arms in the training yard?"

With a great put on huffing and puffing, she repeats the movement—turning him first one direction and then another, then laughing at how he's required to duck to accommodate the length of her arm.

Some of that falsely put upon spirit—flexing in and out of the impulse to laugh again—is still in her bearing as Wysteria pulls him out of the turn and goes traipsing back up the other side of the hallway with a click clack click of her hard soled black boots. In short order, they've circled back to the first combination of the dance.