House's retort makes a smile waver on his mouth, a faint sigh and a shake of his head, but there's a warmth in his face at the easy way that House admits to being a pervert. "Dirty old man," Chase teases, half under his breath, but a grin on his face. He doesn't seem to actually object to it any more than House seems to object to Chase's perversion. Because he is a pervert, even if he is a virgin. He watches porn, is interested- cautiously- in kinky things, even if he's never done any of them
He could tell him, admit outloud that he's never really danced with anyone else like this. That the last time someone lifted him, he was about half as tall as he is now, and it was his mother, laughing, telling him to extend his arms, curve his fingers. And yet all of this was somehow perfect. It's like they can read each others' rhythm. Dancing with House is effortless, feels as magical as ballet looks on stage. He wants to do it again, but doesn't quite have the courage to ask outright, not yet, anyway. He looks up at the statement that House knows he can dance Odette, and there's a brief shy look, because yes, he's been practicing.
Chase prefers Odette, which comes as a surprise to no one, but he doesn't bother saying that. Odile is more sexual, and aside from her variation is mostly done in pas de deux with Siegfried, which makes it slightly awkward to practice alone, though Chase has been working on both roles. Not that he'll ever dance either on stage, but Swan Lake is a beautiful ballet, and one of his favorites. He also loves dancing Giselle, but who doesn't? The invitation in what House is asking, the implication of it isn't lost on Chase and he smiles, mischievous as the music starts. He moves away from House so that he has enough room to move, getting in synch with the music, starting with that first jump, and then his arms flapping, light and airy like swan's wings, but perhaps too light and airy for the swan he's trying to personify as he moves out and then comes back to the center of the room.
The movement of his arms as they come to cross in front of his more sweet than seductive and then his leg slides back and his arms comes up again, that pause, right before the music speeds up.
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He could tell him, admit outloud that he's never really danced with anyone else like this. That the last time someone lifted him, he was about half as tall as he is now, and it was his mother, laughing, telling him to extend his arms, curve his fingers. And yet all of this was somehow perfect. It's like they can read each others' rhythm. Dancing with House is effortless, feels as magical as ballet looks on stage. He wants to do it again, but doesn't quite have the courage to ask outright, not yet, anyway. He looks up at the statement that House knows he can dance Odette, and there's a brief shy look, because yes, he's been practicing.
Chase prefers Odette, which comes as a surprise to no one, but he doesn't bother saying that. Odile is more sexual, and aside from her variation is mostly done in pas de deux with Siegfried, which makes it slightly awkward to practice alone, though Chase has been working on both roles. Not that he'll ever dance either on stage, but Swan Lake is a beautiful ballet, and one of his favorites. He also loves dancing Giselle, but who doesn't? The invitation in what House is asking, the implication of it isn't lost on Chase and he smiles, mischievous as the music starts. He moves away from House so that he has enough room to move, getting in synch with the music, starting with that first jump, and then his arms flapping, light and airy like swan's wings, but perhaps too light and airy for the swan he's trying to personify as he moves out and then comes back to the center of the room.
The movement of his arms as they come to cross in front of his more sweet than seductive and then his leg slides back and his arms comes up again, that pause, right before the music speeds up.