He hadn't often partaken of the revelries at Winterfell -- when he allowed to attend them by the lady of the house -- and when he had, he had only participated in the dancing about half of the time. He'd been taught how, of course, but he'd spent most of his life expecting that a life of parties wasn't his destiny, so he hadn't paid too much attention to that sort of thing.

This is a completely different kind of dancing than what he learned at Winterfell.

"I don't know what I'm doing," he warns her as he takes her hand and lets her pull him onto what passes for a dance floor at the moment.