Druk looks around at them both curiously, at the mention of dancing, but Zuko shakes his head. "I could, but there are bigger issues at hand than practicing firebending forms, old friend. If you still think my identity is in doubt later, there will be plenty of time for it." He pats Druk's side. He's the same party pooper that he ever was, but at least he'll take being called grumpy and wrinkly good humour.