The first time he tries to teach her how to dance, a frown creases her brow and her feet move like bricks are tied to them. Andronikos can hardly move without dragging his wife along- and he has to wonder how a girl grew up without knowing how to dance, even informally.
He eventually settles on trying to teach Dan how to pick up a rhythm from a song first, picking something he recalls from his youth- a decently paced song with a strong beat, and setting up in the wide area of their half furnished home, upstairs, where the rain could beat against the window and the clouds dilute what little light even filtered through them- and he played that music, soft.
"Just listen to it, Sith." His words were soft, the pet name falling from his lips without thought, "Feel it, I guess. Kinda like you do the Force thing, but with your ears."
When Dan looks puzzled, but accepting of it all the same –she wanted to experience everything she had missed, being raised as a slave and later trained as a Sith- the music, the joy of exploring a new house without worry, without fear...
Blue eyes fix on the pirate-turned-pilot-turned-pirate and she listens as much as she watches.
Andronikos sways from side to side, adding a small bounce on each soft beat, and with a grin, watches as his dark-haired wife catches on. Dancing is natural with the right music, and it's infectious, spreading to those nearby. By the time a handful of standard minutes had passed, and the piece of music ended, both husband and wife were grinning, "See? Not bad at all."
"-No, it's not."
"Care to try it again?"
A nod.
He offers his hand, motioning with the other in the vague direction of the commlink and the portable speakers it was hooked into. The quality was nothing good, the music tinny, but it wasn't impossible to dance to.
Cold, calloused fingers slipped into his own, and he drew her close, letting the music's rhythm's guide the both of them. Time flew by, hair was let down, and the skies darkened, but the music kept playing, the Sith dancing with her pirate and the pilot dancing with his Sith.
She felt so comfortable, there with her fingers twined in Andronikos's and with his hand resting on her waist.
By the time Ashara found herself weaving out of the makeshift library behind the open space, the two were dancing as confidently as if they had been doing it forever, hips swinging, shoulders dipping here and there, feet landing firmly on the floor to the myriad beats of the songs-
The Togruta took her leave before they took notice of how late it was.