Peter quirked an eyebrow at Carly as they danced.  "I didn't mean to imply that I couldn't dance," he said in a low voice, and spun her with a flourish.  "I just meant that you clearly have more experience.  I am also well aware of the similarities between dancing and other, more... intimate activities."  Her touch on his skin, as well as the rum, had emboldened him.  "And as for these social phobias, my little fairy, I have never been afraid to make the first move."  Peter's hand moved lower, and he pulled her closer until his palm rested against her bottom.  "This material," he noted, as he carressed her rump softly.  "What is it?  It feels wonderful."