The amount of graceless assholes Monica had encountered over her clubbing years had been enough that someone like Lex didn't even register in that scale anymore. At least he wasn't doing some outrageous thing some liked to call 'dance move' with a name with the prefix 'The', which usually consisted in imitating an object or animal in the most ridiculous of ways. So, all things considered, Lex wasn't doing that bad.
"Really?" Monica asked with a smile, wondering how many centuries ago that had been. When he spun her around, and despite the fact that her drink was most likely splashing everywhere and everyone, Monica had to give a hearty laugh of surprise and delight. "Wow. See, in this day and age, anything goes so this goes too."