[And Nightcrawler visibly wilts, though not for long. He's found Wyatt's company enjoyable-- enough so that he finds it easier to accept how close they are, continues moving without hesitance now.]

Thanks, Wyatt.

[Besides, if he doesn't say that the colors of his eyes shifting signals a mood change, his friend will be none the wiser, right?]

They are, ja. Ballroom is more formal, like waltzing, and hip-hop is ... [How does he explain it? He could show him, but.] I taught myself hip-hop. My family taught me the rest.