[Not something he's danced to before, but after watching her approach the jukebox and hearing it start to play, he downs his drink and sets it down before he pushes off towards her. He offers her his hand, and raises his brows himself.]
I won't step on your toes, guaranteed. [And he waits to see her start the step to have something to mimic, ready to alter it a little if need be. You know, just for that closer feel.]