[GOOD LORD this guy is like the polar opposite of Captain Dances Like My Pants Are Starched. Incredible... He can already kind of see why they probably get along well enough to run a household that troubled swords can call home, though.]

I mean, he's not bad. It just took about ten thousand years to get him out on the floor at all, and he was super precise. Really stiff! It was kinda weird.

[He'd do it again, though. Prepare for him to show up at like 8pm demanding dances from 1/4th of the brosquare.]