Cade offers up exactly nothing on Beleth's request for his preferences, and she has learned by now to not be surprised. Still, she shoots him an annoyed look, and makes a quiet tsk under her breath, because maybe hassling him will work as negative reinforcement against being an indecisive doof. Unlikely, but possible.

Nevertheless, she slips her hand around his arm, resting it on the offered elbow, and then, with practiced ease, steers him off in the direction of her choosing. After a few moments, she decides that is going to be a balcony, a quiet one off to the side. It's not to spare either of them from the Orlesians, but to spare Cade from the Inquisition. Lest anyone see them together and decide to give him hassle. Which is her allotted job, excuse you.

Once they have the somewhat dubious privacy of the balcony, Beleth turns to him, putting her hands in the proper position for the dance. "Someday, I'd like to show you some of the Dalish dances," She muses. It's doubtful that Cade would fully appreciate the gesture, of what showing any aspect of Dalish culture to an outsider, a shemlen meant. But whatever. "Most of them are for groups, but there are a few that are for pairs. The group ones are the really beautiful dances, though. With everyone moving around and together, as one."