"Look when it's your turn to lead YOU can be the frame and I get to be pretty. We take turns leading and following- or, you know, invent a way for three people to dance at the same time." He tips his head in her direction, brows lifted. "You were supposed to say I'm already pretty and stuff."

He might pout. MIGHT. But then there's a golden flower crown on his head and, well, it's hard to pout about shit when you're wearing a flower crown and getting dipped. In a show of complete and utter trust he leans right into it, bending backwards, head tipped to the ground, a fairly decent dancer's posture on him in the moment that leaves him staring at Azucar upside down. "I think he's getting the hang of it!"