"Is that your greatest concern?" James asks, unable to quite stop the gentle amusement from pulling at the corners of his lips. He understands, he really does. There is nothing so mortifying as injuring a partner, James fully appreciates that.

"Come along then, you shall practise." Would he dare suggest any such thing to Groves or Gillette? No. But then again, he would not jump at such an opportunity either. But he's already standing, and despite the fact he hasn't thought this through, there is no way to take the words back, or deny the fact he is holding his hand out for Horatio.

"I've seen your sword drill. Your footwork is very good. Dancing is no different."