"Just a waltz," she concedes, leading him to the dance floor. There, she can face him, shifting how they are holding hands so that her other hand can now rest on his shoulder. The song is at least moderately compatible to such a rhythm and with a small nod and amused smile, she nods so they can start moving at the same time.

Perhaps she hopes that they look good together - that others perhaps envy them, not, of course, knowing what all hovers beneath the surface.