"According to you I always need practice in something," he mumbled, shrugging, "s'no different than usual, suppose." That much was true. He wasn't planning on making her hate him, but if it came down to it he had to find a way. He certainly wasn't looking for it and hoped it never happened. Ron really hoped it never came to that because then he wouldn't know what to do with himself.

Frowning, Ron shook his head. Scratching his chin, he let out a breath. "You don't know that. I think up a lot of stupid things," he mumbled, swallowing hard. Then she had to say that and he felt guilty. Really guilty. Grappling for a moment, Ron considered before shaking his head once more.

"The dance--uh--thing--" He waffled uneasily.