For better or for worse, it's primarily Bunta's job to lead as the male partner, and he was fortunately a quick learner at dancing. He guides her hand into position and sets his hand at the small of her back, just like Yukimura instructed at the lesson. He takes a step in, closing the distance between them to mere inches, just like Yukimura instructed. He meets her eyes and focuses his gaze there as they start to dance, just like Yukimura instructed.

He won't lie, it almost works for what Yukimura is hoping for with it. If she were a little older, maybe this spark of feeling would be more than a light, pleasant tingle, like the moments after breathing too much oxygen. She does look enchanting in her dress, a ball gown fit for a princess with a splash of steampunk that hugged her torso and then flared out at the hips, but she still retained her cuteness in it. He likes that.

"Well, they don't know him like you and I do," he counters. "Is it bothering you?"