Well, Joe supposed, it took all kinds to make an interesting world, and Madison Valley was no exception.
Straightening from the bar, he offered her the crook of his arm. "Would you care to dance, Rose? There isn't suitable music here for our sort of dancing, but.." He ticked his head to the side, and a soft audible click later, Dick Powell crooning from somewhere on Joe's person.. Smiling at her, he lifted a hand, index finger raised and presented it for her inspection, the music coming out of the tip of his index finger.