Ulysse smiles a bit, relaxing despite himself at Rook's shrugging and apparent attempt at... small-talk? Or is this mid-talk?

"I wasn't really in it long enough to get to competition level of work," he explains with a small, elegant shrug of his own. "But... yes, I do miss it. I like working towards a goal, and I like dancing, so putting the two together was nice in that respect."

Not that he regrets quitting. Family always comes first, and he would have regretted it far more if he hadn't been there for Midnight or their father.

Peering curiously into Rook's face that's so full of history from the little scars and fine lines showing a lack of consideration for sun damage, a crooked sharp nose that had probably been broken at least once in a past fight, Ulysse can't help but wonder-

"What about you? Do you miss it?"