Zach wasn't the world's best dancer, but he was acceptable. He wasn't likely to trod on Helga's feet, but he did dance rather stiffly, as if he were forever worried he would make the wrong move, despite having danced the polka many times. That could be due to the fact that large gatherings and parties weren't his favorite way to pass the time. Although bubbly, he was a bit shy when it came to 'society.' His family had convinced him to attend.

"I do hope so," he commented kindly. It would likely be him who made it less than stellar if anyone was to mess up the dance. Zachariah never knew what to speak about at these events, so he always reverted to a safe topic. "Are you staying at The Sandition, or are you just here for the event?"