"That's fine," Harry said, leading the way to the dance floor. He noticed Dinah dancing with someone, and tipped her a wink with the eye not covered by his mask. And Fred, he was happy to see, was talking with a handsome young man herself. He gave her a smile and a wave.
Once on the dance floor, however, his attention was solely on Jennifer. It was only fair, since he had offered the dance. Harry was a gentleman, and he wasn't going to let her feel like anything less than the most important woman on the floor.
His touch was gentle as he guided her hands to his hip, holding the other at shoulder-height. "Just follow me. You'll be fine." The steps were simple, and he swept her into the rhythm, tapping out the beat against her fingers until she found the pace.