Oh. That - takes him by surprise, for sure. He can't help but rest his own glass on the floor, rising to join her. So too rises the heat in his cheeks; he finds himself staring up at her with nothing short of awe, overwhelmed by how ferociously beautiful she is. God. The way she says my triumphant Admiral, as if he is some previous thing of hers ... He could listen to that forever, he thinks.

"I - am not so bad," he says, awkwardly. "But I am very short. Wouldn't you rather have a taller partner?"

But that gleam in his eye says he wants this so very badly. Lift him if you must, Lakshmi; he would love to dance.