[ Likewise, Erwin wouldn't say he recognized Levi immediately just by looking at this figure on its own, but the stature, the cadence of his words, the feeling of his hand - how could it be anyone else? Ironic, if he is correct (and how could he not be?)

Erwin smiles beneath the mask, the only part of his face that is really visible, and gives that hand a gentle squeeze of reassurance. ]

No, it wouldn't be. Either for a dance, or for death stepping on my feet.

[ It's stomped pretty hard on his whole existence once already, after all.

So he leads them both out to the dance floor. Erwin is a decent dancer, and he's had a few rounds already to get the feel for doing it one-handed. It's easier to put his arm at his partner's waist and guide them both gently around the room. The exact steps don't matter quite so much, but they more or less find an agreeable movement after a little while. ]

I hope you are enjoying yourself thus far.