"Well, yes. That too." It'd be less fun enforced, obviously. Lambert would find a way to make dance practice a misery.

Scout adjusts and compensates, barely having to think. This is nice. The promenading part takes her a little off guard and she's half a step off for several seconds - the tiniest of faults and she knows it doesn't matter, but she has to press her lips together and remind herself to let it go.

"How much have you been drinking? Please make some kind of signal if you're about to throw up," she says, though she doesn't think he's actually at that point.