Fine, then. She can call it whatever she likes, so long as she stays just like that, close to him. When she wraps her arms around his shoulder, he happily moves his own to curl around her waist, holding her a little closer, bodies not quite pressed flush but very nearly so.

"That's a tough question, you know," he comments with a smile. "There are many species out there. Some dance like this... some dance differently. Others don't dance at all, they don't even understand the concept."