Oh, it was the talk. The talk. The one he enjoyed ever so much. When someone told him he was living his life wrong. The upsetting thing is, they were rarely wrong. He wasn't blind to it, he just behaved that way. "I..." She'd said something less boring and pushy than he usually heard - an offer to dance. Right? She was never crystal clear, and that was another thing that had probably spurred Brian into standing. His drink went back to its ring on the tabletop and he motioned for her to follow him. "I think we should dance-or-something," and that was how it was going to appear to any onlookers, as well. Dance-or-something. "Come along, Francine." He offered his hand and walked quickly with the wizard to finest line of what could be considered the proper dancefloor, then began to unwind, as it were.