[In time, Rebecca's arms curl a little farther around Lacus to splay against her shoulder and the small of her back to hold her near. Their steps take them in circles, and her jaw brushes against Lacus'. It feels like home, the music, the dancing.] Thanks, it's some of my favorite tunes.
[A beat, so far everything feels great-- this is a success, isn't it? She soaks it up with closed eyes and a lingering smile. The music gets a little louder, the lights a little dimmer.] This okay? [Holding her close, tilting her head in to look at Lacus.]