Inigo? Wallflowering? Not on Tidus's watch. His hand is absolutely getting latched to, Inigo pulled into the fray of dancers who don't know the meaning of being still. But they're still mindful, dancing around them than bumping into the two idling boys.

"Come on!" He's giving no real answers to those protests; he's just yanking the other guy into the nearest circle, his feet quick to move in the pattern of the circle. "Grab another hand!"

So he shouts over the noise, but if Inigo doesn't manage to, somebody will take his free hand. No time to thinking, only dancing.