[Bertie raises a hoof uncertainly.] It's... well, it's spats. Those are what a rich chappies wears out dancing. I suppose we could wait and see how your spending habits develop? [He offers a half smile to show he's joking.] As for dancing, well, you never really know until you try, eh? Is Ms. Twilight around? We could test out your dancing prowess with her.

[Because the thought of having Pollo gripping him is just the tiniest bit daunting.]