"Where I'm from, my parents kind of made me. Since there were actually things like balls, on occasion." Cliff couldn't help but chuckle a bit at that, and shrug. "Don't worry about it too much though--you aren't stepping on my feet at all, and really, that's all I ever ask."

He's not entirely sure about the Valhudor students, though. Cliff is good at taking cues, at least, and he's keeping an eye on the posturing duo, just in case he ought to look suitably cowed, intimidated, or terrified, as the mood takes them. He'll keep her back to them, so all she has to do is sway appealingly.

"I'm Cliff, by the way...whatever we're doing seems to be the right thing, at least." But he thought it might be nice to be a little less than 'complete strangers', on his end.