Tidus can't see Inigo's face, whatever state it's in, respecting his whole adamant privacy of 'don't even see a strand of my hair while I'm in dance mode' -- but he can hear his reluctance. And more than that, the dread induced by this conversation. Tidus wishes he could change it, tell him it'll be alright - but he knows words alone won't do anything.

"Well-" Action. They need action. "Why don't you teach me a simple dance? I don't know anything about dancing, and it'd be like dancing with someone -- we'll both be moving!"

His hands raise up, in that animated way they do whenever he speaks in earnest. Head turning a few times in Inigo's direction, but never fully.

"We can learn a dance together even!" Oh, oh-- he's flapping a hand here, and now he's turning around, upper body and all, leaning on the back of his chair. "You ever seen a dance movie? In the cinema? I bet there's some in there. We can find something and copy it! What about that?"

Is this any different from the idea he just had? Not really, but Tidus sure sounds more optimistic about it.