She is keeping up. He's not surprised at all. In fact, he's utterly pleased. His pleasure at having someone who can meet him on his level is obvious. It burns in his gaze and transforms into the surge of passion in the way he guides them, feet sliding in and around hers until it's hard to tell whose limbs are were. Until they just blend together, merging like they had at midnight.

"Not just yet." He purrs at her, sweeping her down and around a moment. It's just one arm holding her, one powerful arm. His other hand slides to her thigh to assist her leg to his hip. With both in place, he can pull her back up. It's a slow accent, sweeping her upwards, sliding his hand higher and higher on her outer thigh as he does before he has her righted and he can slide his way around her, the ghost of a fingertip dragging over her as he sinuously slides behind her for the next spin.