[It's amusing to watch, just not for the reason she thought it would be. Because he's not bad at all. Not awkward, or clumsy, or—near as she can tell without actually hearing the music—off-beat. No, quite the opposite. He's good.
Sexy, even, if you're into that sort of thing.
Which, as a general rule, she isn't, but it's Sherlock and he gets to be the exception for a lot of those. Anyway, it isn't the moves themselves she's turned on by, but rather the proof that he is just as capable as he says he is and, extrapolating from that, the implication that he could turn out to be quite good at the physical stuff. With a little coaching, of course, but the potential is there. He isn't hopeless.
If he's paying attention to her face at all, he can probably see the shift from amused-but-not-expecting-much to surprise and finally settling on something akin to delight. Also, she starts jokingly cat-calling him midway through. So there's that.
When he's finished, she holds up her hands in mock surrender,]
All right, all right. You've made a believer of me.
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Sexy, even, if you're into that sort of thing.
Which, as a general rule, she isn't, but it's Sherlock and he gets to be the exception for a lot of those. Anyway, it isn't the moves themselves she's turned on by, but rather the proof that he is just as capable as he says he is and, extrapolating from that, the implication that he could turn out to be quite good at the physical stuff. With a little coaching, of course, but the potential is there. He isn't hopeless.
If he's paying attention to her face at all, he can probably see the shift from amused-but-not-expecting-much to surprise and finally settling on something akin to delight. Also, she starts jokingly cat-calling him midway through. So there's that.
When he's finished, she holds up her hands in mock surrender,]
All right, all right. You've made a believer of me.