This wasn't a place that Red expected to find himself in. He especially didn't expect Liz to look so happy about it. She was sitting in the booth next to him, watching the people dancing. Red held his arm around her shoulder while he sipped on his drink. He'd never been one for night clubs and was shocked that Donna and Charles were.

"You know, we're supposed to act like a couple," Liz said, shifting closer. Red nodded and sipped his drink. "Then, maybe, we should go dance."

"Sweetheart, that is not what I call dancing," he responded before glancing at people on the dance floor. "I call that flailing."

"So? It's fun," Liz stated. Red rubbed his thumb over her shoulder. "I'm not getting you out there, am I?"

"Not a chance, sweetheart."

Liz sighed and leaned against his chest. She really wanted to get out on the dance floor. That wasn't something that she got a chance to do very often even though she enjoyed it. Right now, Red was her best way to get to go dance.

"I'm gonna go get a drink," she stated, and Red let her get out of the booth. She walked away towards the bar. Before she could make it to the bar, another man approached her.

"Wanna dance?" He asked. Liz glanced back at Red.

"Actually, I'm here with someone," she replied.

"Don't worry, I won't cross any lines. I won't even touch you," He assured her. Her gaze shifted back to Reddington. She did want to dance, and she and Red weren't actually together. So, what was the problem.

"Alright," she said. After a minute, she was dancing and having a good time in the middle of the crowd. Of course, that was only for that minute. The next thing she knew, Red was pushing his way between her and the man dancing with her.

"Stay away from her," Red growled.

"Red, What are you doing?" Liz questioned as his arm wrapped around her waist. The man she'd danced with back away, afraid of Red who was giving him an intense glare. "He was just dancing with me!"

"You came here with me. You have no business with him," Red stated sternly. She held his hard gaze while crossing her arms.

"Are you jealous?" She asked making his eye twitch.

"I don't get jealous. I just don't like you dancing with someone else when you're with me," Red responded. Liz rolled her eyes. Yeah, that didn't sound like jealousy at all.

"Well, here's the deal. Either you dance with me, or I'm gonna go find someone else," she said. Red sighed as he thought. He placed a hand on her waist while he took her hand in his other. "... What are you doing?"

"I thought you wanted to dance," he said with a furrowed brow.

"You can't waltz in a nightclub," she replied which caused his hands to slip away.

"Tango?"

"Do either of us look like we could do the tango?" She questioned.

"The flamenco?"

"I'm not entirely sure what that one is."

"The mambo?"

"That didn't look that great on the music video," Liz answered getting a confused look from him.

"Music video?"

"Yeah, for mambo number five."

"Five? What happened to one through four?" He asked. This time, Liz gave him the confused look. "Oh forget it! Lizzie, can we just go sit down? I'll buy you a drink," Red tried to bargain. Liz shook her head.

"Just follow my lead," she instructed and started moving her hips. Red watched for a moment. "Come on."

"Just give me a minute," he stated. When his minute had passed, Liz reached forward. Her hands landed on his hips and tried to get him to move. Finally, Red started to move like she was instructing.

It felt awkward and strange, but he'd rather do the than watch her dance with another man. Besides, the smile on Liz's face was enough. Of course, he hadn't expected her to turn around and press her rear to his hips. His movement faltered while his eyes widened.

"Keep moving," Liz instructed, not wanted to just grind on him.

"What are you doing? Is this normal for clubs?" He questioned, voice a little hoarse.

"Yes, this is normal."

"...We should have come here sooner."