May I have this dance?

Theo has a new habit.  He takes a scarf from the front entryway, ties it around himself like some sort of fancy sash, then hunts me down wherever I might be in the house,  He sidles up, takes a low bow, extending one arm, and asks, "May I have this dance?" in a slightly swarthy accent.  Melts my heart each time.  Sometimes I accept and do a little number with him, other times I just grin and he spins off, dancing by himself.  There is usually not any music on- who knows what is playing in his head.  But I like it, and I hope this song doesn't end anytime soon.