Fair enough. ( she laughs, just imagining his dated wardrobe from centuries past. Carmilla truthfully doesn't have much from her past decades. anything she's kept is more along the lines of photographs, journals, and books — not clothes. maybe Maman had some of her older things hanging around. which sounds like such a nice, normal mom thing to do, and Lilita is anything but nice and normal.

she's not staring at herself in a mirror any more, so she does notice the disguised bolt of panic. she should have seen that one coming. Carmilla is not really the type to be consoling, but still, she's at least got a small word of reassurance for him as far as modern dancing is concerned. )

As far as modern dancing goes, you stand close and try to move in a vague semblance to the beat. ( he could learn that quickly, it hardly requires watching to be able to master. ) I miss waltzing. I spent years learning how to dance when I was a girl, now people just half ass it to a beat drop.