Stepping back from too-tight clutches, deftly slipping between following and leading patterns (no Earth-bound stereotypes equating sexuality with control for this alien, nosir), the Doctor smirked as though he were intending to let his mood lighten.
"Only stupid apes loosen up among ingrates and two-timers." Guess not then.
They swung out and tossed off each others' hands, and the Doctor sprang into a modified Charleston. He glanced over.
"An' as for pretty faces, the difference is that's all you see, Jack." His eyes got sad. "Blinds ya to the real purpose of dancing."
Grabbing on once more, he used their momentum to whirl his partner between his legs and back again. Over the wind he could juuuust about be heard to mutter, "Would that ya'd see it, oh how I do lad."