Aidan tipped his head as he looked at Ethan and chuckled. "I have a sense of rhythm, but it's another area in the realm of being gay that I suck spectacularly at." He grinned and lifted one shoulder in a shrug. "Can't move my hips all that well, but I can stand still and let you make me look good?" he suggested, hopping forward a few steps to poke Ethan's chest.
It was nice, being out in the evening air and just chatting with someone, apprehension mixed with excitement at the idea of a proper night out. It was going to be awesome. Ethan wouldn't let him make an ass of himself.