"Oh I know what I'm doing on the dance floor," Jake said with a confident smile. "Don't worry about that. There are some arseholes that go to Eros thinking that they are bloody marvelous dancers, and then they meet me and realize just how much shite they really are."
Jake chuckled, then let the subject drop. He could tell he might have backed Chris into a corner, and though Jake was a flirt he didn't like to press himself on anyone who might not be completely willing.
"Or something?" he drawled, finishing off his ale. "Well, owl me at St. Mungo's and we'll go from there. But for now, I'm going to have to take a rain cheque."
Jake stood as Chris began asking more questions and he grinned. "If I told you everything about me then we wouldn't have anything to talk about over pizza - would we?"
He leaned over and put his mouth near Chris' ear. "I'll see you around," Jake whispered hotly before taking his leave.