She is relaxing the same way that a boxer would in the ring. Which is to say: not at all. That slow breath is convincing no one, least of all the Omnic standing there. He chuckles and squeezes her hand. "You're doing fine so far."

This is proving to be both harder, but far more endearing, than he'd expected.

"About this far." He puts his other hand on her waist, closing the distance until there's only a respectable gap between them. "Generally when humans do this you would slowly get closer as the song progresses, but we don't have to practice that part."

For further date tricks she'll have to look elsewhere as Max is not a master of the yawn and stretch to wrap an arm around someones shoulder.