He nods sagely, as though everything she's saying makes perfect logical sense and is not confusing at all. He is confused, of course, but he's mostly used to following Jessica's logic by now. He's even growing a bit fond of it, which is honestly mildly terrifying.

Anyway, she's called him out now, so he ends up scowling a bit weakly.

"I suppose. ...But I am an excellent dancer." At least, in his own opinion. "We can't all be good at everything, that just wouldn't be fair."