Aziraphale | Tony
Well, it wasn't like Tony wasn't willing to dance, particularly with the right partner. He knew how (like, really knew --he'd had lessons as a kid) and he liked doing it well enough -- even though most of the dancing he did these days was by himself in his lab. He wasn't standing to the side because he was refusing to participate, or anything quite so dramatic.
He just. Well, he just thought maybe some of the other people at that party needed to let loose without him being around. Gwen deserved to be able to have a good time without feeling like a parent was hovering around watching her drink. Or something. Now that he thought about it, it was sort of a self centered view on party going.
"Hi," he said, pulling himself out of his thoughts because this person was new, and that shouldn't have been a surprise anymore, but it still was sometimes. "Ah -- Welcome to Starklandia. I'm Tony. Who's the rest of 'our'?" This one was curious. Of course, that he was used to. Tony glanced out at the courtyard once more, and tipped one shoulder up in the world's laziest shrug. "It's just nice to watch other people be happy, sometimes."