With a kind, yet mischievous smile, Valen gestured to himself-- much in the way that the young woman had gestured to him only moments prior. More teasing, in a way-- but to an extent, he very much was being sincere.
"I," He began, before pointing to her shortly thereafter, "Teach you..." He then waved his hand in an almost mystical flourish, to overscore his next words. "...How to dance, yes. I'm quite good at it, after all-- I have to be," He explained, almost proud of himself in saying so. The duke was expected to dance. His steps were practically instilled into his mind and body-- seared into the depths of his lithe muscles.
He heard her complaints-- her detractions, her attempts at logic, and he dismissed them in the only way he knew how with her at this point-- by further egging her on. "It's only natural that I do whatever I can for my subjects-- unless, of course... You don't think you have what it takes...?" He pondered in a coy tone, purposefully looking away to incense the woman. Oh, she was getting dance lessons-- He was almost dead-set on it now, in his own way.