"You know I hate dancing," was Stephen's reply, as he continued his vigil from where he was glued to that wall.
Truth be told, he could dance a little bit but it felt like a lifetime ago since he last tried to. He glanced over at Christine, a knowing look in his eyes. It wasn't difficult to figure out what she hoped to accomplish, by luring him outside of the Sanctum. That he showed up at all was a monumental accomplishment, which spoke of Christine's skills in not only medicine and coercion.
Even so, the music was good. And he couldn't resist teasing her in that same wry way they had when they worked together.
"I don't think the cloak's going to say no to dancing," Stephen said, with a lopsided smirk. "You might have better luck with it."
One lower corner of the cloak lifted up as if to offer a hand to Christine, ready to hit the dance floor.
"I wasn't serious," he added.
The cloak drooped back down. If it had a sound effect associated with it, it would be the wah wah wah noise.