He laughs, delighted at her sudden spirit, her sudden need to stand up and do something. She's been locked up so long- he understands that feeling very well. He lets himself be tugged, still laughing as he puts a hand on her waist and holds out his hand for her to fold hers into.

"Very rusty," he agrees. "I'll need hours of practice, I'd say. Here-" He starts humming something, something upbeat but not so upbeat that he'll have to swing her around- there simply isn't enough space in the little room for that.