Philip was hoping for the scathing insults, admittedly.

Since silence didn't seem to be an option he'd prepared himself to drive Santana away with whatever filth the mansion thought fun to put in his mouth. Just run with it, accept the 'creepy old guy' card for now and attempt an apology later.

But reciprocation? That's an entirely different and unexpected level of ohgod.

He stands up and follows her lead with a nervous smile suggestive grin. For the most part he's terrified into compliance, but he also really doesn't want to imagine how telling her that dancing wasn't what he had in mind~ would end.