"Alright... Ron," she said breathily. As the dance progressed his hands dropped ever lower, until he was almost caressing her buttocks. She maintained the giggling breathlessness which seemed irresistible to him: when the waltz was over he suggested going to get a drink, which she turned into more drinks, and then led him back onto the dancefloor. As soon as they were off it she steered them towards the drinks table once more.  