"Oh no, no," Jedao says, "the fault's all mine. I'm not usually all left feet. So very thoughtful of you, though." He fiddles with the edge of one glove, a weird sort of nervous tic he must have picked up from the Kel. "I've always thought the fashions in sleeve length out among the Lanterners were so confusing. Different kinds of lace and all. Do you like lace? I left my nice lace gloves in my hotel room, even though there's supposed to be a dance at some point, wasn't there?"