"I've been known to be a rather fit dancer," Jake said, which was the truth. He was never needing to look for a dance partner at whichever club he was at. They always seemed to find him first.
Impressed that Marcus let this boy into his club, Jake grinned and shrugged. "I don't know. I've never really thought about it. I just go out there and move and if people follow, then so be it," he admitted.
He took another sip of his ale. "But you spent your eighteenth a lot better than I did when I turned twenty-nine a few weeks ago. Was up to my elbows in blood and guts at the emergency ward," Jake advised, which pretty much said it all. There had been an emergency appendectomy he had to perform that night.
"Yes, you do," Jake said, not bothering with false modesty. He worked hard at where he had gotten at St. Mungo's. "So were you waiting for someone here tonight?"