Clara and Tanek
"Okay," Tanek said, though he let her draw him closer, "but the point is, I can't even really follow a dubstep-beat so I... I..."
At some point, he really ought to stop talking. It would be, perhaps, a quality he could learn to appreciate. "You can lead," he nodding, putting his hand on the small of her back. He leaned in, enjoying how close by she was. She smelled amazing. "This... this is nice."