*Eames*
I lower my cup very, very slowly. "Angel," I say finally. "You must know that I cannot."
"Nonsense.” She says, “Everyone can dance. You have only to try."
"Angel, if this is some kind of joke..."
"Of course it isn't a joke," she cuts in quickly. "I know that your leg is injured, but it doesn't seem to slow you overmuch."
"I may have taught myself to move with a reasonable degree of speed, but I do so with a complete lack of grace." My hand strays unconsciously to my leg. Nightmarish visions of me tumbling clumsily to the floor play out in my mind. "I'm sure we can entertain ourselves without my playing the fool trying to dance. Besides, we haven't any music."
"Hmm, that is a problem." Angel glances around the room until her eyes rest on the piano in the corner. "It appears th
