In response, she let her own push back just briefly before it drew back, giving a flick at the edges of Optimus' field and she bowed as well, the bright, definitely happy glow of her optics hidden by the angle of her frame.

"Me as well. Thank you for the dance, Optimus." Briefly, Elita reached out to grab one of Optimus' hands and squeezed the fingers before she let go and wandered off.