Connor blinked, staring at her. He had suddenly lost any words. "Lighter? Oh" he looked down at his hands, now able to think. "Oh. The papers were dry" he held one up, and lit the paper. The fire spluttered out in seconds, unable to catch hold. He looked up, and smiled. Swallowed "I-uh...I don't really dance well" he confessed. Feeling like he was underdressed.