"OY, KEY!" Mo threw himself forward to catch his gargoyle before it crashed against the stairs and nearly smushed Aquila in the process. What was she playing at... making it dip while his was clearly dipping? THEY CANNOT BOTH DIP. This was just... how dancing worked. Rules of dancing 101: not everyone gets to dip.

He calmed down as he forced himself back on the top step and put his gargoyle back on the step. "Piertotum Locomotor. Now listen you," he addressed his gargoyle. "You're the boy, okay? You lead in dancing. You twirl your partner. You dip your partner. YOu do not get flung in the air, but IF YOU SHOULD, then you use those blamed wings and land again."

Mo settled back and watched his gargoyle bow low to Aquila's before taking the other gargoyle in his arm and spinning across the step. There now... that was good.