At the clue, the Mycologist spins around like a record, letting the momentum to bring him closer to the Professor before he unwinds in the opposite direction to give their feet some space.
He is picking up the steps very quickly - it is obvious he knows some of them, simply not at this pace.

"Well I suppose that depends: Dost thou prefer to charm the entire hall to envy us each other, or art thou more fond of a private entertainment?"

Somewhere, somehow, several dancers have noticed them already, and are now making their own attempts at samba. Some are better than the others. A bohemian dancer of a certain sway even persuades the director of this evening for a change of music to something more fitting.

"I personally am leaning towards the first." This grin is outright mean. Yet beautiful. These are certainly human teeth, but the lips pull far too back.
"But 'tis thy night and thy dance. Thus thy choice as well."