He doesn't bother to hide the cheerful lust in his expression as he looks down at Monty, enfolded in his arms in the middle of a step, gazing back up at him pleadingly. "Are you sure, sweetheart?" He teases, pretending to be reluctant. "You don't want another dance first?" But even as he speaks he is stepping back slightly, their hands still clasped, ready to escort them off the floor and out to the waiting car.