She manages to hook him at the arm and keep him in place, for he doesn't try to wrestle free. When she sidles in for an embrace, he stiffens reflexively in response, then starts to shift in slight discomfort with her clinging. After a few beats, he begins to relax in her hold, especially with the aid of the music lulling him there.

Leaving her alone with her agitated feelings a second time really wouldn't sit well with either of them, fracture them further and make things uglier. And no matter how much he fears her intensity, she is a part of his life right now, and no matter what, she won't always be. There is no reason he can't share a little bit of leisure time with her. What else is one supposed to do at a masquerade but kindle and foster bonds, capital or lowercase b? Even if he doesn't quite grasp the form theirs has taken, it shouldn't bar them from interacting at all. There is nothing she can take from him, and he has a feeling that letting her enjoy his company might somehow be worth more to her than the time and effort it takes to give.

"...We can," he murmurs. "Let's continue our dance, then."