[Darin has no idea just how flustered he's making Zelda— he's far too engrossed in the beat, in the thrill. Darin's not even sure he'd call this dancing...but from the way some of the other couples are moving, he could hardly be far off, right?]

[But he can't let that comment about her instructor not caring for his moves slide.]

That's okay. I'm used to not getting anyone's approval. I just do what feels right.

['Right' is punctuated as he pulls her back up to her feet against him as the music begins to swell into the song's climax. By now, Darin's getting used to moving in these shoes and his footwork has only gotten a little quicker. He pulls away from Zelda, holding her hand in his so that they both spin away from each other, separating them by a few paces. Darin takes a few quick steps and pivots, one arm sliding behind his own back as he extends a hand towards her. He almost looks like he's struck a traditional fencing pose.]

Big finish now~! Who cares how it looks! Forget whatever you were taught!

[She's got several paces between them now and clear path lined with ethereal fire. At the end? A man determined to break her out of the gilded cage of her title.]