[He'll take that sway as close enough, certainly, with the crackle of the fire as their music. He leads as they slowly move, and then he pulls her into a dip so her hair reflects all that golden light as it falls - and while she's there, he kisses at her throat, all warm and soft, before pulling her back up into his arms.]

Yeah, mostly. Gotta actually attach the bolt cutters somehow but I'll get there. You want music?

[He's not actually going to wait for an answer to that. As they sway back and forth he guides them toward the bike until he's just close enough to pull away for a second and turn on the radio. He switches through a few stations, then lets it settle on one playing some Johnny Cash, like they'd heard back in Nashville. It's not exactly the kind of slow dancing tune he'd choose if he could, but it works better than polka and whatever that other shit was.]

Been a wild fuckin' ride the last few weeks. I almost can't believe we saw him sing this live.