Well, he imagines that is a great deal more than she intended to say. He frowns and it's a bit of a battle, trying to decide what to say, and what might be too much. Despite how averse he is to affection and actually caring for others, the hopeless fool that had fallen for Milah still lived in him. He believed in love, even if it was a dangerous condition indeed.

"If it's something you want, Nance, don't give up before you even start." It was something he couldn't wholly support, when he himself wished he could remove himself from love entirely. Loving once had been painful enough, he didn't intend to try it again. Still, it had been beautiful enough when it lasted that he couldn't dismiss it entirely. The only one who could make that choice was Nancy herself.

He was all too willing to distract her with showing her the steps, though, taking her hand and leading her closer. "Try not to look at your feet, and follow my lead." The pace of the song was slow enough, it wasn't too hard to draw her into the steps. Most of salsa involved adopting your own flavor to the beat, and he suspected Nancy would do just that once she was comfortable with the movement.