I like the use of the word ‘dance’ to describe something that isn’t actual dancing.
From Protector of the Grey House:
“Calm yourself Mierka, he was only doing his job.” Vincent turned from the window, regarded the only silent one in the room. As always, Joseph was keeping his opinions to himself, until he had Vincent’s ear only. Wondering at his loyal friend’s thoughts, he caught Mierka and Anthony’s gazes. “Leave us. Go train. We’ll join you shortly.”
The two left without a word, having been through the dance before. Joseph stepped out of the corner he was almost hiding in and poured himself a glass of brandy.
“You never ask my permission.” Vincent accepted the glass Joseph handed him.
“You have a case of this in your cellar, which I gave to you.”