[Namur moves up close and sets his hands on her hips, guiding them against his and in time to the rhythm. It has an occasional half-beat that he's picked up on, and adds that in as well. As close and perhaps provocatively personal as it may seem, Rip may note that most other couples are engaged in a similar looking dance. However, Namur's hands don't move from her hips, even though from the looks of things it might be expected. They did just meet after all, and she hasn't given him any indication that he'd be welcome to glance his fingertips up the side of her ribs or brush his palm down over her thigh. She doesn't taste right for that kind of familiarity just yet.]
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