She rotated to face him, then stepped around - a pivot to be back to facing him, and Natasha grinned too. An expression easier to figure out; it was an actual flicker of happiness on her end as well. "I'm sure they could. There has to be a record player somewhere, anyway. Maybe the pawn shop or - " Another bewitching spin and sway, and she was ready for anything James would throw at her; he could style it up a little. He seemed to be loosening up, in a sense - his whole face changed so much when he smiled. It wasn't something she'd ever tire of.
"...I remember there was music at that Halloween party. So we'll end up with some anyway. You're good at this," she added, moving out and then back, while still gripping his hand, keeping him as an anchor for all of the increasingly 'wild' maneuvers. "Not bad for an old man, right?"
They'd aged well. Though sometimes she felt her age; sometimes it bore down on her, but that was just because of everything she'd done. All her regrets.