[He curls his fingers over hers, smiling so his eyes crinkle at the corners and he looks like a little lucky cat.] Maybe a little, yeah. But shh, it's a secret, I don't know the legal drinking age here.

[He keeps their hands joined and sways a little, shifting his weight from foot to foot but not seeming entirely off-balance. He's not wearing his glasses.] Nah, 'm okay. Dance with me?