Easily catching her when she stumbled, he didn't let her stop dancing, only slowed down as the music faded along with his smile. In the few seconds of silence between the numbers on the record, he paused to pull her close against him and rest his cheek against hers. It was so intimate, and so close to what he'd wanted, thought he had, and then lost that he closed his eyes with a sigh as the music started again. "That, my sweet, lovely Nyota," he muttered, then began to lead her in a slow dance, his lips moving closer to her ear. "Is a question you'd best ask your fiance about. Or would he be too upset knowing you'd already let someone have a taste of you?"

Her feet faltered, and it was obvious she didn't want to keep dancing, but he pulled her tighter against him, forestalling any interjections she might make. "Don't. Not a word. I don't wanna hear it, okay? Don't you dare take this away from me, too. Now..." Swallowing hard, he nuzzled against her temple, letting himself indulge in her scent one last time. "We're going to finish this dance, and then, you're going to put on your coat, walk out that door, and never come here again. When this song ends, I never want to see your face again."