Steve grins a little sheepishly. Yeah, he remembers, too, but it seems like his luck might just be a little better this time around. Which is good - he likes Miller, too. He likes this song.

His arms drop to slide around B's waist, then, as he leans closer and yes, he is definitely capable of swaying. "This's nice," he agrees. And easy. And it lets him be basically zero inches from B, which is extra nice. "Let's work up up to tossing me across the room."