"It's okay. I'll make you dance a little later," B promises, not quite joking, more a soothing reminder of reality. There's going to be a later, and there's plenty of time to make Steve trip over his own two feet and fall on his ass. He stroke's Steve's hair a little, as much as he can without moving the rest of his arm, with still trying to hold him tight. "Right now I think hanging onto you is more important."