[ Gerome's gaze has Inigo feeling extra self-conscious, but he won't shy away. Not now, not from Gerome. Instead he gives his hand a squeeze and replies with a simple ] Yes. [ His smile as he says this is warm and natural. ]

Is it strange? I used to be so shy about it - not that I don't still get shy sometimes, but, well, here I am. [ He gestures at himself with his free hand. ] I'm truly a dancer now, Gerome. Can you believe it?