This isn't going to work if you act like the Galra are about to attack any minute. Relax, Keith. Listen to the music. Follow my lead. Breathe.

[He steps closer and takes Keith's other hand, placing it on his own shoulder, before reaching down and putting his hand on the other teen's waist. He'll be leading this dance, obviously.

Lance starts slow, wanting Keith to loosen up a little bit first, because right now he's as stiff as a board.]