No, he was not that much older than she was, though he wondered if she had surpassed him technically given he wasn't awake for that long whereas she had had a few years to get a grasp of things apparently. There was no point considering the math much. "Still older than you, I suppose," he murmured as he remembered looked at the dates listed in the Smithsonian. "Against it, hmm? No beard."

His muscle memory was used for far more important things than dancing, but he said nothing about that. Instead, he enjoyed the easy way that they seemed to dance on the deck as the music played from another part of the neighbourhood. He didn't feel her feet on his, and he wouldn't have minded if it did either despite being barefoot. It just wouldn't have bothered him. This was... different, not bad but different.

It was probably the first dance he had had with her, wasn't it? He didn't remember any of the others, but he wanted to hold onto this memory. It prevented him from saying or doing anything she might consider weird to preserve the moment. "Must be all that boxing you've been doing. Gives you good steps for dancing."