"We could..."

She dodged his attempt to take her napkin. The napkin he gave her. Why did that make it somehow more than what it is? And instead she snagged onto his hand and began to fuss and scrub over the space of skin between his index finger and thumb.

"I don't think I'll be missed. Not for a little while. And then we could come back and--" A nod of her head back to the room at large. "Dance."