Birkhoff & Harley
That was plenty of reason to not step on her toes, since who knew exactly what she meant by 'get him back'. Still, Birkhoff was pretty proud of himself for not freezing up or stumbling when she put her hands on his hips. He wasn't twelve, for crying out loud. He could handle a hot chick dancing with him without making a complete and utter fool of himself. Even though she wasn't into tech, there was still a sort of kinship there. Anyone fucked up enough to land in the hands of a black ops off book government program had to stick together, right?
"You are really not shy," he observed, his own awkwardness catching up to him as he did his best to move with her. His hands settled at her sides, despite it being a little weird since her hands were so low, too. "Sorry. I don't always have a filter." Especially when he was 90% sure he was just along for the ride when it came to Harley.