[He coughs into his closed fist. More likely Coran will probably be pretty good but the thought of dancing reminds him of Keith. He’s seen him in training and against opponents with his sword flashing and his movements fluid like as if he were made of water. Should he say it? Nah. A smile dawns and he crosses his arms on his chest.]

How about you and Lance plan it. You’re both very good at it. But I’ll promise to dance with all of you. Each person gets to pick what sort of dance. It could be pretty fun.