Her touch was like life's fire. That was the only way to describe it. The memory bank vault opened up and every memory of their long nights, tight jeans, and sexually charged moment they shared could draw electricity from his body. Moving close and putting his arm around the small of Harpers back meant there was no question in what they were doing. The last ounce of professional walls seem to crumble as Devin slide his legs between Harpers and the beat meant they were not just dancing but feeling each other. 

While not a giant Devin did stand above Harper. His knee bent slightly as they lowered a little to let the music and their movement match meant his leg was well above her lower thigh. It pushed her dress up as one that tight was bound to do, but despite that likely drawing the attention of many a man he was very fixated on not looking directly at her for fear he had misread something and was now moments away from a firm knee to the groin.