... The strange device gets a stare from him but he doesn't skip a beat, just continues along with the other dancer. He takes the offered hand easily and puts an arm around his dance partner's waist. He wasn't the one who started the dance, so he'll follow this time.

He doesn't say anything just yet, but there's a somewhat nostalgic look on his face, the movements pulling him back through memories of dance halls and too much alcohol and the questionable decisions thereafter. It's a nice set of memories, and his lips quirk upward in the hint of a smile.