"I'll spare us both my humming along," Ava glances over at Skulduggery from over Max's shoulder, making a face at him. "And I don't think that bag of bones can carry a beat. Look at him." Said so affectionately.

But now that she's not thinking about it as much, focusing on other things, Ava finds the steps do come along much smoother, more naturally. "So can we try one of those spins? Or a dip?"