Yeah, okay, uh... [He cranes his neck to look down at their legs -- somewhat awkwardly, it should be noted, since he still had his arms around Aradia's shoulders.] How am I supposed to know where you're going to put your feet? Isn't there some kind of dancing that doesn't involve mind reading? [Yes, Sollux, yes there is, and it's called The Drunken Raver Samba.]