Rose allowed herself to be guided by Nick's more than capable hands, thankful that he had enough grace for two of them on the dance floor and all too aware of where his hands were on her body. Yes, they were in perfectly respectable places, but it was still distracting for Rose the dateless wonder. Reminding herself that Nick appeared to have a boyfriend and that she and him were getting to be quite good friends, Rose pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind and just laughed at his next statement.
"Oh yes," Rose said, grinning at Nick. "That would make you a completely terrible friend, letting me do things in a manner which is the most timely for my comfort level." Nick was right, really. Rose was basically a social hermit, but after eighteen-plus years of never getting much of a chance to be alone and to see people on her own terms, it had been quite nice to move out and spend her days by herself. Her routine of blissful solitude just kind of stuck after a while. It was still comfortable and familiar, but Rose wanted to do stuff like this more often.
"And you know that if you tell me you're going to sing to me, I'll have to make an appearance, because I would be a bad friend to not watch you make a fool of yourself on my behalf," she continued.