He hums wryly as Miss Carter speaks; replying when she's finished, "I think your mother and my aunt would get along swimmingly."

Benedict managed to avoid too much more dancing by joining the Temple, but he knows for a fact that Gwen was unable to escape her fate as easily as he did. Even joining the Guard wasn't enough to stop his battle-axe of an aunt, who was quite formidable when she got a bee in her bonnet about something.

"Far better to dance simply for enjoyment's sake," he replies with a bland smile that doesn't hint at any confusion he might be feeling at her odd turn of phrase, letting her keep her secrets if she'd like. It wouldn' be proper to ask her what she meant by that, although he has a feeling he can hazard a guess. "Even if you must dance by yourself." Of course, it is impossible to waltz properly by oneself, but that's neither here nor there.