[Clint is wondering something similar, to be honest--about boundaries, and lines that might end up getting blurred. Dancing is innocent enough, though, right? It's just hands on waists and shoulders or wherever. Nowhere inappropriate, he will try so hard not to cross any lines here, okay.]

What kind of stuff? Forging fancy party invitations, or dancing?

[His own champagne is also almost entirely untouched when he sets it down beside her and then offers a hand to lead her onto the dance floor.]

'Cause the last time we crashed a party like this, there was no dancing.