Sway

Clark's eyes scanned the crowd, looking for, hopefully, a dancer to focus on. And there he was. A tall, dark haired one. He seemed to dance with a woman, but she obviously was struggling to keep up with the dancer. He was looking at her intensively, like he was taken by the music. The way he moved was smooth, fluid. He seemed to float, rather than just stepping around in rhythm. It was a nice thing to watch. It felt resting, comfortable for Clark.