He can deliberate on the finer points of dancing and holding and leaning. She's going to lean in and rest her head on his chest while they sway. This is a time for action. Cozy, barely moving action.

The music comes and goes; sometimes there's pauses, applause, laughter. There are lulls for retuning and regrouping. The band probably even gets a break from time to time. Sometimes, she's humming along; sometimes, she doesn't stop when the music does.

"Hmm. A little walk. I want to see more of the costumes people are wearing." Frea tilts her head to smile up at him. "Then we can find a quiet place to talk."