[ the theatrical response was just what she was looking for, and she rewards it with a pleased little laugh, stepping closer and sliding her free hand over his shoulder, fingers curling in the hair at the nape of his neck. ]

I guess I should teach you then, huh? I haven't danced in a while, though.

[ years, not since she was forced to learn by her father. she hadn't enjoyed it then, but-- this is different. this is her boyfriend, after all, and someone that she chose, that she wants.

she leans in for a quick, gentle kiss, smiling as she pulls back again, taking a step back and urging him with her toward the other dancers. ] Other hand around my waist, okay? We'll start easy.