Clove & Carlos
Clove wasn't a dancer. Not that she didn't know how to, she just didn't do it. But she was at a dance, so that was quite obviously the sort of thing that one did at a gathering of that type. She just wasn't sure how she'd do at it, and she wasn't really looking forward to finding out with someone who no doubt looked at her and saw weakness.
But all the same... it was nice to be asked.
"If you laugh at me when I fuck up, I'll punch you," she said by way of acceptance, though her entire posture was relaxed and there was almost -- almost -- a smile curving her lips. For her, that was teasing.