Eyes darting between the elf and their feet, Ashton nods and tries to keep up. He may not be great at dancing but at least he's good with his feet for the most part. Even if he's usually just rushing forward, he'd watched Orym practically dance around the battlefield enough to pick up on a few things.

After a moment he managed to have enough confidence that he wasn't going to step on Bel's feet to glance up with a grin. "Not too bad so far."