"I'm not a very good dancer." Though it's not refusal, just a warning. He's barely had any kind of practice at all, and the last time he had tried it?

Well. It hadn't been an entire disaster. But.

Both eyebrows lift as he studies Jacob's face, the way his eyes had lit up at the idea. With a small shake of his head, he takes hold of his hand in his, and starts towards the dance floor. One dance.

Surely that couldn't hurt anything. Hopefully, Jacob's feet agreed.