сердечное спасибо этой книге ("Цестусский обман") за мои новые эротические фантазии. Эничка, которого Оби-Ван наверняка самолично учил вальсировать, кхххх.

Then Duris squeezed his arm. "Master Jedi! I had no idea that you were a courtier as well as warrior and diplomat. You dance superbly."
He chuckled to himself. For centuries, dance had been used at the Jedi Temple to facilitate rhythm and timing. On any world of the galaxy, when one found males or dominant females dancing, it was often a warrior art in disguise. Obi-Wan knew the movements of a dozen fierce and beautiful traditions.

"I merely follow your lead, madam," he said, smiling as he focused over her shoulder, seeking the elusive figure.

Gone!

The room swirled and Obi-Wan glided along with it, his Jedi reflexes and coordination drawing admiring glances almost at once.

He remembered his childhood in the Temple. Master Yoda had devised so many ingenious ways to teach vital lessons. He remembered watching the great Jedi perform complex dance steps, admonishing his astonished young students to become "complete" movement artists. A warrior who cannot dance ? Clumsy in both war and peace he is.