Aodhan struggled somewhat to follow the moves without getting stepped on. It was, very likely, much less risky than the dancing in the club had been, but being aware of where his feet were supposed to go made him take greater notice of all the other people stomping around the dancefloor. And how many of them were in stilletos or boots or had hooves or other things that could easily damage the thin membranes and delicate bones in his frog-feet. It made him overly cautious, and his movements were a little stilted with the extra time he took to make sure Matt's heel wouldn't land on him. Lily rested her chin in her palm, watching Geme-Enlila talked. She looked a little bit like a living statue, honestly, in this lighting; more like an exhibit in the museum than a visitor. Lily could listen to her talk about the things she'd seen and done for hours. "Where is he now? If you want to tell me, I mean." She could listen for hours, sure, but that didn't mean she was going to be a complete tool and make Geme relive painful memories, if she'd rather not.