With her permission, Derek lets his hand settle on Felicity's waist smiling a little as her own hand moves to rest on his shoulder. If she's uncomfortable at all about his hand placement, her own, or dancing in general, it's lost on Derek, because he doesn't notice. For the moment, they're finding a rhythm that they can settle into which also goes with the music.

Her words take him a little off guard, mostly because he isn't really expecting her to bring it up and he certainly hadn't planned on it. She's here, now. Whatever her reason had been, she seems like it's fine now. That's all that really matters.

So Derek shakes his head a little. The hand he's holding hers with opens a little in a gesture to stave her off from feeling like she needs to explain herself. "Seriously, it's fine, Felicity, don't worry about it," he says, giving her a small smile. "It's really fine. No hard feelings." Admittedly, it had hurt, but he's not going to hold it against her.