Noct lets himself be tugged along, especially right now, especially when the nectar is fresh in his system and he can move more freely than he has in years. The habitual tension of altering his gait to accommodate for the pain leaving him enough to allow him to spin with a touch more grace than he might usually have managed. Even if he doesn't need to, though, he lets himself come out of the twirl to press in close to Ignis' chest, a fond little smirk on his lips.

"There'd definitely be complaints... just probably not about appearances." He laughs as he says it, pushing up on his toes (and pushing his luck) to press another brief kiss to his boyfriend's lips before he can roll his eyes too much. Look. Square dancing just seems even more ridiculous than te traditional ballroom dancing he has had to learn.