Sensing that uncertainty, Lloyd leaned in, so close his forehead almost touched Ruca's in term. A warm flush creeped up his cheeks, but for different reasons.

"Do you remember this? Do you remember the way our hands touched when we danced. Do you remember the way we moved...?" He took a step forward, the first step of the dance, trying to guide Ruca into it. "As if the two of us were one."