[He doesn't dismiss the notion even at Steve's arched eyebrow, waiting patiently because he knows the other man will relent eventually. It was practically illegal to refuse to dance to Ella Fitzgerald, after all. And if not illegal, some kind of cardinal sin. He laughs softly at the flippant remark, though.]

Yeah, well, you brought me a tall blonde instead, so I guess I'll just have to make do.

[And maybe, maybe those words are too close to revealing things he's kept under wraps since they were teens, but he thinks his tone is playful enough that Steve won't think twice about it. He smiles as Steve slides his hand into his own and he helps him up.]

I haven't danced in over seventy years. I might be the one stepping on your feet.