Well, Felix never promised a proper waltz. He didn’t even say he was a good dancer, only that he knew some dances. At least he hasn’t stepped on Tiras’ feet at all. Even if he did, the incubus would find him light and quick to move so he was not longer trodding on his shoes.

The cat looked at him with big eyes and a small pout. “I learned by watching. Isn’t it more fun like this?”