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He tilted his head. “A dance is a conversation with your partner, much like words you use for speaking every day. You can choose to use words to flatter, or to hurt, or to judge. Our bodies do the same. Your combat skills are very much like dance, is it not? A dance with your victim; a dance of death. Except ours celebrates life.”

She took his hand, and his cold skin pressed against hers. “Will you teach me?”

“Of course. You will forgive me for my rustiness, I hope, for I have not had a partner in a long time.”