They could! But Namur had to change out the music, and there were some requests for slow dances. Dancing out in the ocean with another fishwoman or mermaid, where everyone expected everyone else to have a dorsal fin, or multiple long tentacles, or any number of other odd anatomical quirks was one thing, but Namur had found dancing among humans when they weren't attentively giving him space could prove... harmful.

"Take a rest, Smolt," he told her. "Or find yerself a human t' dance with the next couple a rounds. Got t' give the miltbrains a chance t' get their hands all over the maids for a few minutes."