He had to glance over as she actually giggled, which hit pretty much all the sweet spots in him, both the teenaged body he had now and the man's mind currently residing in it. Then she blushed, and that hit everything that hadn't already been well and truly pressed. It was...warm and comfortable and incredibly erotic all at once, and instead of having to rely on faulty imagination, he had a whole repertoire of experience and positions.
Talking her into bed, though, would have to wait until things were back to normal and he could trust himself to do it right and not just be an eager teenager fumbling around because he couldn't stop due to glands wrecking merry havoc. He was willing to wait, randy glands notwithstanding, because it still felt damn nice to have her here with him, warm and safe.
Of course she had suggestions, and none of them were what he could pick up on - unless he could talk her into Twister, which would probably end up just as well his games of Monopoly did with Bruce. He was all ready to have JARVIS cue up some soft jazz or moody rock, when she had an idea that was far better, even if it still required JARVIS to search the music database.
She'd never offered up a part of her past before; they were both content to move forward and deal with the future. And anything of the past that had come up had generally been painful rather than happy. Dancing, though...the tender nerves alone made him smile reassuringly, edging forward a little. "I'd love to see you dance."