Akeem looked comically surprised when she moved in close, but he wetted his lips and composed himself a second later. His arm settled more comfortably around her shoulders, as he tried to get over how old he felt that this would have shocked him. Rather than stand here and let her writhe against him, he tried to sway to the music, in the hope that he would feel less awkward taking part in the dance. But she was almost painfully attractive, and her scent all the stronger up close. "Like this?"