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I'd be honored. [There's an earnest tone to his voice when he says that, twisting in his seat to watch the dancing and general atmosphere around them. When he turns back to here it's with that warm, slightly daydreamer's smile back on his face. Dancing had always caught his attention. There was such freedom in it, and a certain level of passion that couldn't be ignored. Enjoyment of life's simple pleasures and a celebration of music and movement.

He drinks and sinks comfortably into his seat, his free hand disappearing to tangle in Waffles' long, wavy fur beside him. The canine clambers up onto a seat and then rests his chin heavily on the table, looking back and forth from David to Davina to see if either of them might have a snack he can win from them with big, doleful eyes.]

I'm not very practiced, but I would give it my best.