[ There's a brief moment where Sam hesitates, a pulse of concern that he messed up here and freaked Steve out - he knows Steve isn't that far from the forties, and maybe - but it eases out when Steve keeps fumbling, and fades back into warmth by the end. ]

Doesn't matter how you dance, if you're out there with me the last thing you could ever do is ruin my night. [ Even if he wasn't being a little more lax with the mental connection, it'd probably be pretty obvious that he means that, eyes soft and smile genuine before it turns more towards a smirk. ] Besides, I'm a pretty damn good teacher. Give me a chance?