The reaction Xianjun had toward being told he looked dashing was something that Vitas stored away for future references; not that he could ever forget that response, nor did he really understand why the beekeeper would have a reaction like that, but it was something would ask his friend later; why he had looked so flustered at a compliment yet also smile, why he would blush at something like that.
Nevertheless, he was more than willing to also translate the compliments Itotia had toward how the food looks and smelled, the enthusiasm expressed toward wanting taste everything, but remaining unaware that the bartender thought his movements were anything like dancing. Vitas knew he had somewhat of an advantage in those respects, however; his muscles recalled every movement so it came just as naturally to him as breathing. He not only studied language so he could learn everything he possibly could, but also so he could impart that knowledge unto others; he could not share his own knowledge if the recipients could not understand him; he had no qualms against teaching others the methods so their own communication and learning would not be hindered by a language barrier.
However, the dancer's offer to teach them how to either dance or mix in return elicited a brief pause in Vitas--both in his speech and the movement of his own hands. He was…actually considering it. He knew how clumsy Xianjun could be, but perhaps learning to dance could help a bit with the beekeeper's balance. If he could feel--or see--the beat, then he should be able to learn.
"Xianjun may benefit from dance lessons, but I cannot make that decision for him," he admitted, signing along with his statement. As for Vitas…
"Your offer is appreciated. Mixology is interesting so it may be a fair exchange," he continued. After all, that had been what sparked his curiosity for…socializing this evening; partially as an experiment in friendship, and partially to observe the bartender's skills. "I already know how to dance," he added. Did he know every dance in the world? Of course not. But he knew most of the classic and modern styles; his stamina, however, was not up to par with someone like Itotia who was so physically active on a regular basis; he was working on this, though, within his own capability.
One thing he did understand, however, was a possible misinterpretation and he appreciated that Itotia clarified what he had meant with the juice, Vitas more than willing to translate and clarify any miscommunications between the pair. When that was cleared up, he nodded and relayed the cocktail choice to his friend who seemed agreeable to this decision judging by the rather animated and literal in-your-face thumbs up.
"…he approves," he echoed quietly--not that Itotia needed Vitas to translate considering the message had been rather obvious. Nevertheless, the archivist did become quiet for a bit as he watched his friend move about setting up the living room to set up the coffee table for eating rather than the counter or table. Now, Vitas understood that it was common for people to eat in their dens as opposed to the dining room or kitchen, but it had not been how he was raised and since befriending the beekeeper, this was a custom to which he was still adjusting. For the sake of socializing--for the sake of friendship--he had to consciously push the thoughts of potential messes out of his brain in favor of a distraction. Thus, he motion toward the counter of juices and spirits. "May I observe your work?" he asked of the bartender.
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