It was a nice thought: someone who would never see the mistakes, never see the flaws, never see the things that weren't absolutely perfect. Silvio would hear his foot steps, his weight landing but he'd never know if Simon's foot fell a few inches too far to the left or if he missed a mark. Not that he usually did. He was actually good at what he did. And he was lucky to have made it to 30 without sustaining any career-ending injuries.

"I could dance for you if want." He could put his ear buds in so the music wouldn't interfere (or rather, would interfere less, but he had no idea just how good Silvio's hearing was at this point).