"Thank you." Natasha smiles a little when Tony compliments her, looking warmed by it, and she continues to fret over him by fixing a stray strand of his hair that's fallen a little too far into his face and putting it back in place. After that she finally leaves him alone, and Natasha studies Tony's face in silence for a moment before she finally responds. "As much fun as you can have in a place like this." He hasn't been drinking, and for Natasha, that's almost as concerning as it is comforting. He's putting it off, which means when he does start, it'll be with intention. For now he's putting on appearances... they both are.

"Dance with me." It's more a command than a request, and whatever option Tony may have had in the matter quickly disappears when she takes his hand and slowly drags him out onto the dance floor. She guides him, placing one of his hands on her waist while she threads her fingers through the other, although she knows she doesn't have to. Out of all their teammates, Tony is probably the only one who has anything close to as much experience on a ballroom floor as she does. Her hand falls into place after moving his, resting on his shoulder, and Natasha easily falls into step. "How long have we known each other and I don't think we've ever danced."

Her hand moves from his shoulder briefly to place itself over his chest, feeling his reactor beneath his shirt and tie before it returns. "How are you holding up? I worry about you." She continues before he can respond. "Don't tell me not to, it's not going to work."