Those are exactly the sorts of things that Buffy is trying to avoid thinking. That's only going to make this more awkward, isn't it? She can't even say if she knows anymore. It would certainly be easier to give into all those thoughts and feelings, but casual sex doesn't ever work out well for Buffy. Life has taught her that time and time again. She knows how to dance, how to move, but not how to tango or foxtrot or waltz or whatever it is that some of the people are doing out there.

She lets him lead her out to the dance floor, turning to face him as she reaches up,one hand moving toward the curve of his neck while the other rests on his chest. She can feel his heart thump in his chest beneath her hand. She kind of likes swaying. It's him close to her and that's nice.

She tilts her head up, accustomed to having to look up to people. "Oh. That kind of dancing. Yes. I mean I can get my groove thing on...which are words I probably should never say again, but yeah. I like that kind of dancing." Before she can stop herself she blurts out "I hear there's a club like that here. We could go sometime if you like dancing like that."