where the grass is greener

Jonathan is sheepish, his tall stature looking quite small as he hunched forwards. "If I could dance, without stepping on a lady’s toes, I think Father would be fairly impressed, wouldn't you say?"Dio stares at Jonathan — who is twiddling his thumbs not unlike a child — unsure if he feels contempt, annoyance, jealousy, or a combination of all three.Hold on. Jealousy?"That's ridiculous," Dio says aloud. Then he quickly adds on, "Iwould be impressed if you were even able to count on rhythm.”