Claude sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. This is going to be a nightmare. You're small, dainty.... and so, so fragile. He can tell you've never danced in your entire life,

"look how clumsy you are..." he mumbled and started to pull you closer.

He shifted his hold on you, making sure you were tight against him before he continued moving, slowly swaying in an imitation of a dance. He knew you seemed to be struggling with your glass shoes, he saw you stumble a few times as you tried to keep up with his dance move. He groans, glaring at you. "Can you even walk in those stupid things?" He asks, gesturing to your shoes.