[He smirks a bit.] Has to be done, really, doesn't it? And I do enjoy making people stop and stare!
[His smirk grows wider as the music segues into something in waltz time, and he slides his right hand up to Kirk's left on his shoulder and guides it down into a ballroom hold so he can lead him into a few of those twirls that make their respective coat and cape flow out behind them.]