Han is guarded with his feelings and his affections. He understands that he doesn't handle that kind of pain terribly well and therefore, he guards them well. People slip past his defenses, though. It never fails. He just has to hope they won't make too much of a mess when they get through.

"Hrm." He says, with a hand sliding over to her, the large palm caressing the small of her back. "I'm not sure that engaging in more dancing is the best way to keep it a secret."

In fact, he's not exactly a master strategist or anything, but that seems like a terrible way to keep the fact that he knows how to dance a private matter. Yet, he says it with a smile on his face. The kind of knowing smile that says 'you could get me to do just about anything and I'm okay with that'.

"So, I'm gonna to take a stab and guess midnight." Till she disappears. His other guess would have been sunset, the classic witching hour, but he thinks they might have already passed that point.