"This is the twenty-first century. Women ask men to dance any time they want." That made her caution fade completely as she smiled and pulled him to an empty space on the kitchen floor. The kitchen was rather roomy, intended to be a gathering spot rather than just a place for meal, so there was room for them to move. "Don't worry. I'm just going to lead long enough to show you the moves. Even dance instructors have to do this when teaching." She certainly had no problem with taking the lead if she wanted to, but she also understood how his mind might work. Lois also knew that she wanted him to pull her onto the dance floor and just go where the music took them. But a little lesson never hurt anyone, and she wanted him to know she was along for the ride, from start to finish. Besides, it meant more dance time with Steve and she could handle a few toes being stepped on in the long run. It was worth it.
"They can go as slow or as fast as you want, the band is talented that way." Lois chuckled and took one of his hands, placing it on her waist. "One hand here and the other here." She wasn't exactly the most ideal instructor, dance classes were more Lucy's life style than hers, but Lois had gotten a chance to dance with enough commanding officers during her childhood at military functions to get an idea of how most of the classics worked. "Now follow my lead and feel free to take over when you feel comfortable." She started the steps slowly, just like she remembered. Any stumbles along the way wouldn't be his fault alone, as most of the dancing she'd gotten the past few years weren't exactly ballroom.