It's a little silly. Cobb likes dancing though. The alcohol has made him loose and willing to take a few more risks, cross a few lines, that he wouldn't normally. They've got a whole list of silent rules in this and they've been real careful. He's tired of being careful.

"Then we'll keep this to ourselves," he says with a little lopsided shrug. He leans in and brushes his lips against Fenris. "But you're a good dancer. A little more practice that natural grace will sweep folks off their feet."

He'll keep that to himself for now. Just a little something for himself. Cobb goes back to his humming until the song's over and then holds Fenris for a moment, his hands sliding over his sides and down to his hips.

"Thank you for indulging an old man."