Corrin's eyebrow arches. "Oh? And what sort of guy are you then?" She asks teasingly. "Be you a knave, good sir?" Then she laughs; that was melodramatic, even for her. "No, but come on. Why would you say that?"

He's a fast learner though, judging by how quickly his technique improves. "Why, I think we might make a ballroom dancer out of you yet. Maybe we should oh boy" She has time to squeak out as Red suddenly dips her down, her leg rising instinctively as balance, but it's a near thing. Her grip on his arm's becomes noticeably tighter, and it's a precarious few seconds as they both struggle to remain upright. But then Corrin is lifted back and she breathes a shaky sigh of relief.

But then Red speaks and she laughs out loud, a deep belly laugh, her eyes screwing shut in amusement, and she buries her head in his shoulder for a moment to try and keep some composure. "Pfffffft, y-yeah, maybe just a little!" She manages between breaths.

Taking a moment to compose herself as her laughs die down, she leans back, taking her head off Red's shoulder and looks around the room. "Well, would you look at that. No guards coming to my rescue." She notes, then side-eyes Red slyly. "Looks like you were wrong after all."