She almost wants to laugh at him. Not because he's particularly bad at this but because he is so put together in what he's doing. Clearly, he hasn't had anywhere near enough to drink.

On the first roll of his hips toward her, Skip shifts. She never really disrupts where his hands are, but her body turns so her back is to him. Her hand readjusts, reaching back to touch just under his jaw as she slides against him, still swaying.