Well, if the twirl did, Elita rested her weight on the foot she had closest to Optimus, her frame leaning a shade close from that, her EM field flowing in a rolling pulse before the dance continued.

She smiled over her shoulder as he asked, feeling a pleased little thrill at it that followed the rhythm of the dance.

"I certainly would care for that, yes." Like showing off her rocket launcher, just a little bit more... closer. She was simply pleased at the chance to spend some time.