It made River's heart jump and her cheeks warm, knowing that Adah would watch her dance, the kind of dance with moving feet. The other kind, the one she had wanted for her and Adah - although to be honest there was more than one kind, some of them not fit for public spaces - did indeed go on continously. "A matter of focus, of choice. Choose a theme." River traced the tip of her finger around the rim of her glass, then let it continue around the rims of a line of imaginary glasses in the air around them. "What would a dance with me be about?"