As soon as Artemis took her hand, Sivvy became completely compliant. The clone was nearly putty in his hands, though in action alone. Whatever the implications might be, it was clear she was used to being touched, even if it was by strangers. The rosette went easily into his personal space, eyes bright with intellectual curiosity. He said he might teach her. She really did like learning. It was her favorite past time, so to speak. It was the only thing she'd been allowed and encouraged to do, so it was a thrill any time she could be taught something new. Though her dance classes were more bare-bones than his and didn't last too long, she'd found some forbidden enjoyment in them the same way she secretly loved learning to play the violin. As the worldly man led her into the crowd, she glanced around as if she could glean any quick tips to make Artemis's instructions easier. The movements were so fluid and tactile, unlike the stiff iciness of a waltz. Actually, that was just it. Just as like the waltz was the cold to the heat of the lambada, all of her experiences and lessons were cold and sterile while the rest of the world was lively and full of warmth. Sivvy desperately longed for this messy warmth she didn't understand.
Once they came to a stop where he'd begin teaching her, all of her attention returned to him. Her hand squeezed his in excitement, but would also squeeze in apology every time an errant foot landed on one of dance partner's, which was much more often than she'd like. She was a quick learner, but these dances were complicated. Her frustration was clear, shutting off her stoic expression entirely. When she managed a move correctly, the joy was tangible but would fall just as quickly when her inexperience kicked in and sent her fumbling.
Despite her irritation, she was improving with each passing moment. Sivvy just needed the right mindset. Did one look at learning dance as combat moves, or like playing an instrument? The two methods were much different, and this far she'd been treating it like learning to fight. Empirical evidence told her that the combat method was not the best, so she abandoned it and tried to apply the other. Feeling the music and the beat, letting it move her while also giving into Artemis and letting her body follow his closely. Her crimson hues stared up into his with an amount of trust that probably shouldn't be placed in someone met just earlier in the day. If she wanted him to enjoy himself, she needed to step up.
Things started to go a little better, but then she stomped his foot pretty good and even tripped into his chest, closing all distance they previously had. "Rrrrgh," she growled under her breath, resetting her footing and becoming a bit sulky. She was thinking about it too hard, putting too much pressure on herself. She refrained from saying statements like 'i want' because everyone else came first, but she really did find herself wanting to dance like the people partying and laughing around them. Even if she didn't realize it, the slayer wanted to get lost in the music, to be free of her life for just a few moments while the energetic music carried her. Just a moment to release all the stress she had amassed. Sivvy needed release. It'd been a long time since she'd had time to endulge in playing her own music, and there was something even more attractive about reacting to the beat and flow rather than making it. "I'm sorry if I am ruining your dancing," she said softly to him, frowning. "If you wish to find a better partner, I'll understand."