Raoul had always been a fine dancer. Ever since he was small, he could pick up any step in the blink of an eye. The Viscount de Chagny had taught many a person to dance, but he never thought he would be teaching this one.
Erik appeared nervous. He took Raoul's hand as the other got into position; spine straight, head held high, feet together.
  "How hard is this going to be?" Erik asked, the lights from the candles all around them casting a flickering shadow on his disfigured face.
  Raoul laughed politely. "It won't be that bad. Just trust me."
Erik simply nodded. In minutes, they were dancing a slow and simple step.
Erik's feet were clumsy and inexperienced, but Raoul knew he could work them. He stared down at the Angel of Music with his dark blue eyes, a very slight smile spread across his lips. Erik's eyes were sparkling; he was staring down at his feet with a nervous look on his face.
  "Look at me," Raoul instructed kindly but firmly, never stopping their dance. Erik gulped, then looked up to Raoul, his brown eyes still wide.
Erik suddenly let out a chuckle, a grin slowly making its way across his gnarled lips.
  "What is it?" Raoul asked, amused.
  "I'm dancing!" Erik shouted in delight. He words echoed through the wet darkness.
  Raoul smiled. "Indeed you are."
Out of all the people Raoul had trained to dance, he had never seen one respond as enthusiastically as Erik. His eyes, which were normally dark and severe, were filled with light. Raoul dipped Erik without warning, and the other gasped. Raoul pressed his lips against Erik's quickly before bringing him back up.
Erik's horrid face was blushing furiously, his eyes wide.
Raoul was satisfied. He took on a proud air as their dance continued, getting quicker.
   "Why did you do that?" Erik asked, startled.
   "Do I need a reason, my dear?" Raoul cooed. Erik smiled.