"Hey, look at us, maybe we didn't need any music to dance to after all," Much said, swaying her gently in his arms, enjoying the feeling of her there, and the glowing warmth of her skin through her dress where his hands lay at the curve of her back.
If she was someone else, he would have kissed her already. He certainly wanted to, and swaying with his body against hers was only making him want to kiss her even more, but it was - at least a little - tempered by the memory that she was the only person Marian trusted enough to let into the Fox, and that meant something...
But Much's eyes dropped down to her lips, and tempered or not, the urge to kiss her spurred him on, she was so... well, she made him smile, and his lips were gently curved when he touched his mouth to hers, his hands splaying unconsciously on her back to draw her a little closer in.