Oh, he so was not doing great. When she told him he was, he had to laugh, being barely heard over the music. It was like there was a chromosome missing in most heterosexual white males, they just could not quite figure out how to dance to music without either getting drunk or looking like they already were.
Frankly he was probably completely horrible at actually dancing. He did, however, love music. Which had to count for something in his opinion.
At the moment he was just having fun, perhaps even as a foil to make Eve look like an even better dancer. Someone had to look bad so others could compare everyone else against them to tell who was a higher degree of awesome. Really he was spending a good portion of his attention on not stepping on her toes or something equally bad.