Rowan grinned seductively up at Jack. He didn't bother trying to say anything (he really didn't want to screw up his voice), and just danced. He was fine with being up close and personal; in fact, he preferred it. It was a lot like having sex, at least to him.
And that's pretty much the way he danced, too. Shaking and shimmying, twisting and grinding, not quite touching Jack, but teasing at it. Almost as if they actually were getting it on right there and then.