She twirls again, looks down at herself. "That's what I thought of when I saw it again, stardust."

She moves slightly toward him, barefoot and light on her feet. "What better thing to wear than stardust for my husband who enjoys the stars so."

She dances in such a way as to take advantage of the flowing nature of the garment. It's sleeves and skirt 'chase' her movement as she twirls, leaps, sways, moves her arms. The sensuality of this dance is a more subtle, teasing, thing than when she has danced for him before.