For a brief little moment of incredulous staring, Bagoas can't believe his own ears. Then he pokes Josef in the side with an impish glint in his eye. "You mean to tell me you call modern dance...dance?

"And of course I want to learn; I would love to learn, if you wouldn't mind teaching me. Just a few steps, please?"

Careful, or he'll soon bring in all the wiles he knows, feminine and otherwise.