Aziraphale sips his drink, watching all the other people and different creatures at the party, and wondering, for a moment, just how many different places they have come from. But his attention seems to have trouble diverging from one specific subject. Might be the drink.

"Oh, hum." He idly taps his finger on his glass. "I haven't danced in a rather long time, I'm afraid." Mostly forgetting Crowley wasn't there at the time, when he found himself in gentleman's clubs, as the two of them hadn't been on speaking terms. "I'm afraid I'm a bit rusty."