Noah smiles at her as she locks her fingers with his own, and he follows where she leads to the jukebox. She's a very good dancer, and well, he loves watching her dance is the thing so he's walking over, looking all pleased, as they head to a more secluded area of the bar where they can dance (and kiss) to their hearts' content.

"So you want a little Sarah some day?"

The thought makes him smile. It's a genuine smile. Nothing cocky about it. Nothing smirky about it.

It's just a smile, thinking both of her wanting a little Sarah and of their being a little Sarah.