Dancing together

He chuckled at her poke, and then took her hand back in his. 'So, you like to dance. That's good to know. What else do you like? For future reference.'

He sighed, 'If you keep making me smile like this my cheeks will hurt.' He kissed her lightly and said, 'So. You like sugary foods...Well, perhaps after this we should get something to eat. Maybe your old friend could come if he's not busy.'

'Hmm...Well, you stole my planned line of 'You'.' He grinned, 'Though I do like you, obviously. But I guess I like salty food.'
He looked thoughtfully at the floor. 'I've never paid much attention to stuff like this actually.' He looked to her apoligetically.
'Well, I guess I like to practice fighting. And read about it.' He paused and smiled to himself, 'Hey, I like to read.' The smile remained and he felt suddenly silly.
He was learning as much about himself as she was.

'Well, fighting is basically all I can do, so I pretty much have no choice but to like it.' He shook his head with a smile and said, 'But it's something to do. And I'm pretty good at it, if I do say so myself.'

He laughed loudly at this, and squeezed her tightly. 'What happened to you being able to beat me?' He asked, still grinning. He let the subject drop, however, and cast around for another question. 'So, what do you usually do in the morning?'
He felt like he wanted to know everything about her.