“Could you?” He asked, keeping his head close to the other’s once the kiss had ended. “Even at my… slower pace?” He liked the thought, even if he wanted to give his husband a chance to dance with those a little more skilled than he was… It was why he’d hung back for some of the evening. But he was starting to think he might like to keep practicing, to keep working on it. “Because I um… I could certainly find myself quite happy with following your lead around the floor for the evening.”