Erica smiled softly, shaking her head slowly. Mainly because he was pretty, and he was smart, but sometimes he didn't get it. She did want to dance. And yeah, she'd dance all by herself whenever the mood struck her. But what she'd meant was that she wanted someone to dance with her. She wanted that giddy feeling whenever a guy asked her to dance. Wanted to dance with her. That feeling that she was wanted, if only for a single dance.
"I have a whole list," she chuckled. "And I'm marking stuff off day after day." Knowing she'd died back home had her kind of trying to stuff a lot in at once. She didn't know when she'd be sent back. Didn't know if she'd even be alive to be sent back. She just wanted to experience... everything.
She watched quietly as he shot, smirking. It really didn't matter if he was any good. It only mattered that he'd chosen to be there. With her. In the moment. For however long.
"My Alpha," she shot back, shrugging. Still, when he called her up, she went. But looking over her shoulder for a moment, she responded in kind. "Not a hustler."