In one sequence, when Mr. Missé, while propelling Ms. Centurión along a diagonal, kept his ankles crossed (a marvelously absurd touch) while rapidly drumming the balls of his feet forward, it felt like top-speed hemstitching — and like a trill in coloratura singing too. Later Ms. Centurión turned Mr. Missé, while he again kept his feet locked together; though one foot rested on its tip, it was the needle around which he and she revolved.

Although Mr. Missé is one of the foremost virtuoso dancers of our day, of any genre, a constant factor in his and Ms. Centurión’s dancing is its sense of rich stylistic purity. You’re being given the sheer essence of a form. There are no high lifts here. The two keep in close contact, generally with his right arm lightly poised at the center of her spine and his left hand holding her outstretched right one. The mood stays courteous, precise, intense, elegant.

The particular qualities of temperament that Mr. Missé and Ms. Centurión bring to this idiom are ones of sparkling ebullience. They take delight from giving delight.