[Yes, he knows he really has no place lecturing anyone on their social skills. In fact, he can think back now to a number of times where an etiquette manual forcibly shoved into his brain may have helped him considerably.

At least he can take comfort in the fact she doesn't know that part.]

Next time. I'm going to go and spend a little time in the cave next time. Who knows, maybe I'll drink enough that I'll lose my good sense and go dance.

[He puffs out another laugh again, the cynicism replaced with a dose of self-deprecation.]

I have no idea how to dance.