She seemed nice. Shy, but nice. [ For as little as he got to know her himself, he at least got that impression. And maybe it would help to hear about her, the good impressions, as well as the truths that would have otherwise made Inigo shy, but: ]

You can't get mad, but I told her about your dancing. We made a plan- [ And this he whispers softer, not exactly aiming for conspiratorially, not really sure what he's aiming for at all, ] I told her the best way to catch you dancing without being seen. So, if you never got to show her a dance...

[ ...Maybe she already saw it. Does he wonder if there might be a regret there otherwise, a lost chance? He wants to give a reassurance to a point that might not need it. His heart leading his mouth before anything sensible.

He pulls his arm around Inigo's shoulders a little tighter, as if a subject like this might need that reminder of comfort. ]

It made her happy - knowing you were dancing.