"Well, Keiran, if you ever get tired of working at 'just a little bar' and you want to come out dancing... or try dancing... or come out some other way, I suppose... do let me know. I'm at Karma, and I'd love to party some time. And in the meantime, you never know when I'll descend on your little Hondos. Just because it's not that kind of a bar, doesn't mean I can't dance there."
With one final wink full of meaning, he turned and sauntered, yes sauntered, hips swinging and all, out of the little dud of a music shop. Or maybe not a dud. Just not... what he was looking for.
And yet, it almost felt like he'd found part of what he was looking for anyway.