As the night wears on, Draco's noticed that the bass of the music seems to be growing steadily heavier, more rumbling. But maybe it's just his imagination, or the intoxicating mix buzzing through his system. It tingles right along with the voice at his ear, and he finds himself nodding in agreement.

"It's getting a bit crowded out here anyway..."

His agreement punctuates when he accidentally bumps his nose into his new dance partner's ear trying to look around. He's not normally so clumsy. He tries to make up for it by steering them both in the general direction of the least crowded corner, his smirk far more relaxed than it ever is normally.

"Absolutely. Dancing first, drinks after." He definitely does not want to miss out on the dancing.