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[Naveen was alternating in between disbelief and amusement as he slid the vinyl record titled Glen Miller and his Orchestra. So Helga knew how to waltz? Naveen would put her through the ringer, though he had a sneaking suspicion that she could handle whatever he threw at her and then some. And he had the perfect song in mind, the Missouri Waltz.

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[Helga arrived all of three minutes later. She hadn't bothered to change, still in her boots, military slacks, and her black shirt. The jacket was abandoned after two steps into the room, carefully laid out over a chair. If the prince wanted to challenge her, she certainly wouldn't disappoint.

After all, she might be better at combat, but she'd learned her share of ballroom dancing-- and made good use of it too. For some men, all the diagrams and plans in the world wouldn't inspire a signed check the way a dance partner could.]

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[Naveen turned and saw she hadn't bothered to change. Interesting. Nevertheless he grinned, the expression irrepressible, and set the needle. The brass section strikes up the rest of the band and Naveen held out his hand, palm up.]

Ready?

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Always.

[She put her hand in his and stepped forward, smirking a bit.]

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[Naveen chuckled as he placed his right hand just over the hill of Helga's scapula, holding their connected hands out - arms almost extended fully before he begins just as the piano plays them into the steps. He doesn't count - or appear to be at least. Instead it's a fluid, slow 1-2-3 count in a large circle in the room.

At first.]

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[She feels it before she sees it. Just the slightest change of muscles before he moves, and she moves with him-- but not leading.

No. The lieutenant is, in fact, properly allowing herself to be led in the waltz.]

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[Naveen presses the heel of his palm against her back, a signal for the upcoming quick series of turns hes about to preform in...now. And while he's at it Naveen takes them around the floor, spinning while your spinning.]

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[The slight press against her back makes Helga press up against him and rise just slightly more onto her toes, allowing her turn quickly and in time with Naveen, her posture never wavering.]

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[Naveen would have been incredibly surprised if Helga did falter. Slowing back to the basic 1-2-3 step Naveen guided her around the room twice more before sliding his hand away from the top of her back and spinning her slowly, in contrast to the moderate speed they were moving at with their feet.

He turned Helga once before switching hands in time with the first two counts, turning her the last time before stopping her, just as they both faced forward. One arm across her shoulders holding the gloved hand he had spun her on.]

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[Helga turned, going under his arm and shifting her hold as she moved.

Well, not bad. Not that she'd expected less-- he was teaching a class on dancing, after all. He had better be able to manage this much.

She glanced over at him, giving a half smirk. In situations like this, the lieutenant had the social graces to know she wasn't to lead.]