There are perks to being raised with some sort of nobility. The socializing, the parties, the dancing, and the wine, but most importantly—at least to Wyll—is the dancing. To have the ability to hold someone close, to lead them around in an elegant display of intimacy does something incredibly warm to him. It's the perfect display of romance!

It's why Pride and Prejudice is one of his favorite movies, just don't ask which one, because obviously it's both of them. How could anyone make him choose? Besides, he already read the novel a million times causing the spine to fall off.

"Don't worry, it's quite alright," Wyll winced slightly, his teeth gritted as he tries not to make too much pained grunts. He loves to dance and that means he also loves to dance with others. That's how he got here with you, actually. Even if it means having to endure you stomping on his toes every now and again, but that's where the beauty of this lies. "How else will you learn if you make no mistakes?"

He smiles, his gaze soft as he twirls you around, imagining the soft swish of a dress or rustle of suits going along with it instead of the rubbing of jeans and clacking of sneakers. With how much he adores your visits to the bookstore, talking with you about romance novels or whatever else you've read that week, wasn't the obvious next step teaching you how to dance? How to ballroom dance?

Besides, he's having fun despite the toe smashing.

"There is no need to be perfect, you know. There is grand beauty in your imperfections."