Robin had always been bored to tears by the dancing lessons his father and later Thornton insisted he take, despite the fact that he was quite good at it. There were much better ways to spend his time- both time taken up by his instructor, and time spent with local lasses. But, he wasn't given a choice, so he reluctantly learned.
Now, as Marian twirled and clapped across from him, her eyes shining and her smile wide when he repeated the moves, he found himself suddenly very appreciative of those hours spent practicing.
Perhaps, his father had not been wrong, after all.