[Her head tilts to the side, offering him better access to her neck. She draws in a slow breath as his lips brush her skin.] Never knew you liked this style. Or kept up with the newer hits.

[He spins her so neatly that she has a sneaking suspicion he's done this, practiced this before. She realizes it's something she honestly doesn't know about him-- Does he dance? They've never really danced-- not like this. Never had the time.

She decides right then and there to make more time, somehow. He pulls her in, and she can't help a small smile as she deliberately bumps her nose against his. Her arms go to his shoulders, loosely wrapping around him.] This isn't possibly you trying to get out of doing the dishes, is it?