"Sure." He caught the hand at his chest, and, on some strange impulse he wouldn't be able to explain later, brought it to his lips to brush a kiss on her knuckles, before shifting to pull her closer and sliding one hand around her back.

The last time he'd danced with anyone was as John Smith, and he really really hoped that he was a better dancer in this body than that experience had led him to believe. For the sake of her toes, if nothing else.