Scorpius' heart leaps into his throat when his random invitation is accepted. It's not as though he faces rejection often anymore (he's learned not to offer anything that could be rejected) but it's still a thrill to be told yes. He smiles again, a bit easier this time.

He takes the man's hand and, buoyed by his initial success, leads him towards what counts as the dance floor. "I hope you're not too good of a dancer. I might be disappointing."