"I'm not," he agrees, leading her out of the room and back towards the dance floor, his grip gentle yet firm. "Bit of a four-drink mistake a few years back, if you know what I mean."

The song that happens to be playing is forgivingly slow, and as he shifts into position, his other hand finding the small of her back, he does indeed pretend to dance--swaying back and forth rather than following any steps. Partner dancing is a skill that, for all his travels, he never bothered to pick up. He supposes he was just never that romantic.