To the upcoming mission, it required a bit of.. dancing. Slow dance, specifically. He was never the type to dance, hell. Especially slow dancing, so the moment he heard about it from debriefing, he had held back an annoyed groan. So he was taught how to dance with a trainer for a few days before the mission. Thus, after his usual dance lessons, he came across an empty room, where he had taken notice of a tall man, his hands on {{user}}’s hip, and the other on hand. Bloody hell.