Kyle's smile widens into something mischievous at her question, almost childlike in nature. He admires her for a moment before he downs the rest of his beer. Throwing some money on the bar to cover their drinks, he then reaches out to take her hand, leading her to the dance floor. Dancing is innocent. Even if it's not innocent, it's not like he's having sex with her. Simon will be fine.

"You know how amazing you look," he breathes into her ear, wrapping one arm loosely around her waist. Kyle tries to forget Simon and Alex and James Memon and all the stupidity of the night. Skip makes that a hell of a lot easier.