Aimery's brief resistance to dancing was due his thinking they were to dance together, though once on the floor he caught on. He'd danced with women on his own earlier, but dancing while Jack looked on and made subtle, implicit suggestions as to how and with whom by guiding them to him, was different from that. He was no exhibitionist when it came to real intimacy (was actually horrified by the notion) and leading them on by dancing so interestedly made him feel ever-so-slightly guilty, yet it was absolutely worth it; that smooth directing and the looks he and Jack shared over shoulders and glasses seemed like long distance foreplay to him, something new and exciting when compared to the usual drunken flirting and blunt invitation.

So when Jack asked him to come back with him, Aimery nodded wordlessly, then took his dance partner by the hand and kissed her knuckles in goodnight and apology (and because he wanted to kiss Jack yet understood it would likely break the rules of whatever game they were playing) before following him out. Aimery was quiet and kept his hands to himself on the way, too, playing along, and that they had an actual destination was a welcome, pleasant change. Alleys wouldn't do for Jack's apparent need for discretion and Aimery wasn't about to complain.

"This place is lovely," he commented as he followed him inside. It really was beautiful, it's reason clear enough given their circumstances, and he couldn't help but smile at his own lightly flushed reflection as he headed over to the couch to lean one hip against it slightly, steadying himself. A moment of unsureity hit and he tried to cover it by casually unwrapping his scarf from around his neck and wetting his lips with his tongue, then turning his gaze to Jack and asking, "Bedroom?"

Jack was clearly so much better than him at one night stands... but boy did he want to learn.