He took James hand firm in his own with a dashing grin as he led the man towards the dance floor. Holding his hand in his own, he kept a friendly distance between the two, he rested his free hand against James' upper back. The pace of the dance had slowed down some and he was thankful for it since he needed sometime to catch his breath between the numbers. He was certain he would be back out on the floor soon enough with their son, which had him smiling wildly. It reminded him of home on quiet nights where he and Harry would dance in the parlor, just as he had done once with his Mother when he was younger.
"I am having a very wonderful night. How are you?" He asked, his smile remaining. He was determined to have a good night. Though Lestrange seemed determined to toss a wrench into everything he was doing his best to not let his thoughts linger on the man and let him ruin everything. That would be letting him win and he simply did not want to do that. He wanted to enjoy his time with his family and friends.
After all, time had taught him, he never knew how long it was going to last.