Naturally, Tim was more than happy to dance with Jason. He loved the feeling of the hands on him--a kind of security he probably didn't need but very much desired. He could take care of himself just fine, but that didn't lessen the warmth in his belly at feeling like maybe he didn't have to. That, and being touched like this left him feeling utterly desirable. Hard to believe someone like Jason would ever want someone like him, but he'd managed to luck into it and Tim was determined to keep it that way.

The smile he gave in response was just a little smug, a cat that caught the canary. He gazed up at the older boy with those pretty eyes, batting his long lashes a few times. "That's not usually that kind of compliment I'm used to getting, but it might be my favorite." He wasn't bullshitting, either. Despite his small stature, he could be a vicious little thing if necessary, and he didn't want to spend his time chasing after someone that would dislike that part of him. That was the thing about Jason, though, from the day that they got together, he hadn't made the younger vigilante feel like some part of him was broken and needed to be repaired.

And, definitely, there were parts of him that were broken. He just appreciated it not being thrown in his face.

Jason might not have been the most skilled dancer in the family, but he did just fine. The two of them were so well versed in fighting together that they could read each other's movements like it was second nature. Dancing and fighting weren't that different from one another, so they made a good pair in many different ways.

"I do think it's probably just about time to leave, though. I'm starting to get tired of all of this."