Grinning as she spins him, feeling himself move with her as she twists his arm, spinning with the initial momentum, he turns out of it, not on his back but instead starting to spin behind her. Watching her carefully, he knows that soon the foreplay will begin, the dance of counters and feels copped in the passing. Readying his own he steps back with the momentum, one hand slipping across her stomach in passing even as neither of them will allow any give on their hands held tightly together, warring for dominance. His heart thudding harder, the rush starting once again, but for another reason entirely. "Perhaps, but I prefer women who can handle themselves well, and you are a creature of certain pleasures from that light."