"When did you become a dancer?"
"Oh... I dabble."
They stepped in time (well, James stepped; Zarina fluttered), smiling as Oppenheimer played away on his accordion.
"You haven't been practicing just for me, have you?" James asked with a sly smirk as they switched hands. Zarina laughed.
"Don't flatter yourself!"
"Well, no matter who you've imagined dancing with as you're practicing away, I must say you're rather good. Especially considering that you've had to hover all this time."
"Full of compliments today, aren't we, James?"
"My dear Zarina, they are simply observations."
Zarina tutted. "James, you are forgetting your place."
"My apologies. Captain," James corrected. She nodded as a thank you.
"You are forgiven. Try to remember to address me as such while amongst the crew," Zarina said, acting stern, and she wagged her finger for good measure, which caused James to chuckle. He brought Zarina closer, her hand still clasping his index finger.
James looked at her through lidded eyes and said in a low voice, "How would I address you were we alone?"
To his surprise, Zarina flew closer.
"Were we alone... I would love to hear my name upon your lips."