“If they're smugglers, I don't know any of them."
"I could follow," said Tolya.
"Why don't I just go do a waltz in the middle of the road?" Tamar taunted. Tolya was hardly quiet on his feet.
"I'm getting better," Tolya said defensively. "Besides-"
Mal silenced them with a look. " Do not pursue, do not engage."
As Mal led us deeper into the trees, Tolya grumbled, " You don't even know how to waltz.”