Booster laughed at him, at all this control-freak hustling. For a few measures he just stepped around in a dance that - geez, he must've learned this one in high school - more or less almost fit the oddball spontaneity of his mood. Almost. Pretty soon he'd run out of the vague pattern he remembered, and was mixing in stuff he'd picked up from Jack all of ten minutes prior.
It worked suprisingly well, at least to his untrained perspective. He mixed it up, flipped back and forth from one style to the other. And with a devilish grin as the only warning, he dipped the Doctor in a place almost certainly totally inappropriate to whatever was coming out of the speakers.
They came back up, stepped apart, and he took the momentum to half-turn and give Jack a completely transparent come-hither look and beckon. "You were saying before, about the lead?"
He didn't let go of the Doc. Time to show these old-timers a new kind of dance.