[it's nice, it's very nice, better than he expected. Ed watching their feet is strangely adorable, though he is too drunk to worry about his toes being squashed. If it were anyone else, he might worry more. He is also drunk enough to let himself be lead in simple steps, back and forth, a little clumsy in execution but effortless in grace.]

Well a dance doesn't usually end up with one partner dead. [well except metaphorically because barbs exchanged while in close proximity to someone who had mastered passive aggression could really wound the psyche. But that would only complicate the issue]

You're not against each other when you're dancing, you're with each other. You're cooperating. If both try to lead...

[he pulls back just a little as Ed does, just to break the rhthym and show him what he means]

Everything starts to fall apart.

[and he allows himself to be lead again.]

See what I mean? It's less about push and pull and more about trust.