You're a musician, Noah. [Mio laughs. Though her concern for him is close and present, she still can't let fear erase this time that they have to spend together. She smiles gently at him, cupping his chin in her hand.] Don't you think your sense of rhythm should help you out here?

[As long as he doesn't protest, she'll lead him out to the tiled dance floor set up behind the wizard tower, not thinking about how close they are to the scene of last weekend's nightmare. Taking both of his hands in her own, she begins to sway from foot to foot, side to side, rather than moving into any particular dance moves just yet.]

I can't believe you didn't take the chance to dress up. Do you think it's silly? [Selfishly, Mio would like to see him in something nice.]