He didn't reply to the question of just how many times they would dance, opting for a fox like grin as an answer. Maybe one dance though Oliver didn't specify just how long said dance would last; it wasn't as though this type of music had a designated start and end, but rather wove together creating one long track.
Oliver found the woman's excitement over champagne absolutely adorable. She seemed to enjoy the fancy alcohol given her enthusiastic drinking. Oliver gladly accepted the bottle and looked around for somewhere to set it down. The mental task halted when Genevieve took his hand.
Merlin. What was he getting into?
"Alright, alright." Oliver laughed, squeezing her hand in reassuringly before letting go and walking to the bar and discarding the bottle; not like there wasn't plenty more at their table. Oliver walked through the crowd, only pausing long enough to say hello when greeted, and seized Genevieve's hand once more. "Let's go." A smile lit up his face, giving her a gentle pull forward. Nothing was wrong with a harmless dance.