Yuya is dragged right into the waltz, stumbling--but he catches himself quickly to fall into step.

And that is so much flattery and so many questions so quickly. "I, uh--" he stumbles over his words at first, flustering as his hair is touched. "Thanks, but I'm actually Japanese. And I don't have a stepmom. I was just taking a break!"

Like he needs to defend not dancing, but apparently he's dancing again anyway. "Who are you?"