He's almost sorry the dance is over. He was enjoying the closeness, the easiness of it towards the end, when Charles had found his rhythm and forgotten about everyone else around them.

But the hand on the small of his back is more than good enough to repel any regret about leaving the dance floor, and it spreads warmth through him.

"I can help with that." He offers, leaning back against that hand and against Charles' side, his Eagle Vision scanning the venue for a quiet corner.

"There's a little room behind the bar. If you want to... take that jacket off."