"Did you ever go reeling? Do the English do ceilidhs?"

He wonders, if they do, if they call it something else. He imagines, if they do, that the sort of reel dancing the upper class indulge in is nothing like the sweaty, smokey ceilidhs Gabriel attended since childhood. He'd had a blast on Saint Patrick's day: he'd danced with anyone that would have him. He'd also had quite a bit to drink that day.