Her back-mounted panels, wing-like as they were, twitched and then flicked at the sound. Pleasantly deep and promised much more... and she'd obviously not been wrong. Optics turning a slightly deeper colour for a moment, Elita's smile widened.

"Oh, I doubt that. And even so, one must face one's fears, Optimus," she said with a curl at the corner of her lips and briefly pulled her arms outward, pulling his along with hers as she stepped in, her chestplates ending up against the underside of his for a brief moment before the rhythm of the dance had her stepping away.