Tony snorted, trying to imagine what life was like at that age when the hottest girl in class so soundly humiliated you and, really, he had no point of reference, and very soon he was thinking about his shoes again. "You know what--" he started, letting some space between them again as though that had worked out well the first time. "Listen, first, if we're going to start taking things off, I'd rather we hit the coat check and you pantsed me. Second, okay, watch me, up here, I'm serious, and stop trying to lead. We can do that later. Feel that?" he instructed, heel of his hand pressed to the small of her back and dangerously close to Mildermanning her, but she had made it clear what she responded to. Then again, maybe it was her hand that wasn't responding right. Abruptly, he switched his hands positions, taking her prosthetic arm on his shoulder then nodding for her to continue, "And back, and come with me, and we're turning..."