[ olivia glances between masamune and sieglinde, lips parting and closing on two separate but equally distressing responses. in the end, she opts to answer sieglinde rather than address the blatant compliment of the man she isn't even meant to be looking at anymore, because how even. ]

F-Forgive me, but that has nothing to do with anything, [ she winds up saying, in a voice remarkably steady and strong, despite her earlier fragility. she swallows the lump in her throat, giving sieglinde a rather Serious Look. ]

Dancing isn't just about the music or the style — it's the feelings behind it, and the emotions you're trying to convey.

[ she sits up a little straighter, looking between the two. challenge accepted, sieglinde! ]

But if it's compatibility you're looking for, I'll match any style I see.

[ on her honor as a dancer! ]