She was standing just a few stalls over with a satisfied smirk on her face and her arms crossed. "See, that wasn't so hard was it?" She walked over and locked her arm in his before he could think to retreat back into the stall and began to drag him out of the bathroom. "You do dance, right? I mean you know how? Because at this point, I'm willing to settle for Mr. Tumnus if I have to." A satyr was a satyr, though technically Mr. Tumnus was a faun, which was better tempered and less...well deviant than a satyr.
"You don't look ridiculous, retarded, or gay. Besides everyone is going to be all dressed up and if you don't act embarrassed you can pull this off." It was so true. "You'd think your ego would make it easy."