[ The smile slipped from her face at the first comment, her expression becoming unreadable. Then, the second comment made her tense. If she was a cat, the black hairs on her back would be standing up at the sudden spike of anger. She took in a sharp breath and forced a coy smile, except she let the anger in her eyes show. ]
Then it's funny that you're dancing with me and not your date. [ The word came out slightly hissed. ] Don't condescend, Dean, it doesn't look good on you.