[Ardyn huffs out a light laugh at that admission. He'd be a fool to complain about a reason to "impress" her again, never mind if it was just masquerading as a paper-thin excuse.]

Then you can either let me know when this time comes and I'll happily oblige, or I may choose to surprise you when you're least expecting it.

[Since she's approving, Ardyn muses to himself that it's sure to happen again. Meanwhile, around them the music stops, the song reaching its end with a flourishing cadenza. They hadn't danced through all of it, but Ardyn's self-imposed interruption made up for this, as far as he's concerned. They have the choice of dancing once more when the music starts again, or leave the dance floor to enjoy the rest of the festivities.]

Does that sound agreeable to you?