Another nod, eyes still focused on their feet, and Tristran moves backward one step. His feet are positioned more or less in the same spot as they were when he began.

"...Like that?" he asks quietly.

This really will not do. He has to have confidence. And yet he'd rather battle dragons and witches and lions than dance any longer, only because it serves to show the world just how moronic (as Yvaine would say) he really feels.