Indy watches the impromptu dance with wide eyes and a rapt smile. He can't detect the music that's guiding her, which makes the arrangement all the more hypnotic. He marvels at the elegance of her motion, and follows each alluring step until she's done.

"Yeah. Point made. I think you've got me beat there." He doesn't clap, but there's no lack of appreciation in his expression. "That was divine, sweetheart."

"Permission to breathe again?"