[ He does find it coming naturally to him now that he's gotten himself comfortable with the other body. Josuke's just following what his innate desire for affection and closeness brings him, not too concerned now about what's the acceptable or unacceptable way to act. A lot of his confidence has to do with the trust that they've built.

He likes their momentarily proximity, but he's alright with it being broken too, eager to patiently ride out the night. The tug is a good enough cue for him to walk, and he falls into pace. ]

Someone was teaching me, but I don't think it's the kinda dancing they're gonna be doing inside. [ That 'someone' being Narancia. Josuke's not about to bring him up and sullen the mood, however. ] Who gives a shit, right? If anyone's judges us we'll tell them to eat shit.