"I thought I knew how to dance," Terra said, looking at her feet. "Why are we doing this?"
"To help you maintain your balance, and don't look at the ground." Her head snapped up as Slade said "Who taught you to tango, anyway?"
"If I said 'the French ambassador's daughter,' would you believe me?" she said with a smirk that mirrored his.
"No."
She felt one of her feet slide forward suddenly, and before she knew it, she was staring at the ceiling-
"Shit!" she whispered.
-and hit the floor.
"This is why we practice," he said, helping her up.