This...This isn't something he really knows how to handle. A million thoughts run through his mind - why would the Initiate do this? He can't dance - he's never been asked to dance before. Is there a reason he's being asked to dance? Some sort of ulterior motive?

With his digestive system twisting itself into a million and two knots, the Psiioniic nods, slowly. "I'm going to warn you that I'm not very good. But...I'll try."