The tension does ebb a little at that. Steve is absolutely better off with something to do. "You got it," he says, digging through the stack until he finds the right one, popping it in and skipping a few tracks until he gets to Moonlight Serenade.

After that, though, he turns around, shuffling to the center of the room and holding up his arms. "C'mon, Fred Astaire. Get up here and lead."

He figures he can take B's hand with one of his own, and wrap his other arm around B's waist, though he's open to being moved around if B has other ideas.