"So let's." Crooked smile, a twinkle in his eyes, Lasse leads Rita back to the dance floor. She is pretty good at it and so is he and together they make quite a spectacle.

At this moment, the Dane is a little bit in love with her - like most men have been at one time or another, he suspects. A younger version of him, removed in time and space, absolutely smitten with the Lady Heart, proposes giving her asshole ex-husband a thrashing he wouldn't forget any time soon. It's sweet - and not going to happen. This little adolescent crush lasts for the duration of two songs, and ends when he straightens up from the dip they've ended on.

"I say we call it a draw," he teases, as he brushes a few stray strands of hair out of his face. "Thanks for the lovely dance, my lady."