[She's almost, for a beat, let down when the kiss doesn't happen. But he's gentle still, and his words restore the tiniest slip in how she feels and she nods. Smiles, because that sounds -- better, private. Intimate, even. She flushes with a little color.] Alright.
Can we finish our dance? [Before parting ways for a little bit, like it sounds may happen. Not that she's against staying close and talking to him for the evening, but in case he wanted to talk to other people.]