Rem watched Xyler clean up the room, at first with boredom, then with interest. He didn't understand why the table was being moved until the other man suddenly offered his hand. Dance? Rem took Xyler's hand and stood before he had a chance to say no, like his body wanted to do something where his mind did not. "I can dance a little..." he said, turning a little pink. He knew the basics, but had had little chance to practice. The thought of dancing with someone so freely in the middle of the living room was somehow wonderful though. Exactly like the turning point in a romantic comedy, except this wasn't a romance movie at all. Rem smiled. "I'll follow if you lead."