"Ah." He hasn't felt this awkward since the eldest daughter of the 3rd royal house on Corellia literally flung herself at him at that banquet. "Well, it's a funny thing, really. In spite of the agility it takes to use a lightsaber - and not cut yourself into little pieces in the process - you'll find that most Jedi are terrible dancers. Shamefully incapable."

He smiled ruefully. "Besides, two weeks will probably see me back out on the Outer Rim, trying not to engage my sense of smell while I negotiate some information out of a Hutt. I think a young man who's actually here will be a far better escort."

[OOC: ...aand I'm spent. Is v. late here. Pick this up tomorrow if you want to continue? *loves your Jaye, whee!*]