"Not the same, Kyle," Connor shouted over the music. It was too loud for him to explain that while fighting required an awareness of one's own body, and that of your opponents, it was completely different from dancing. For one thing, it involved different muscles, and moving them differently. And even if he could dance, or let some cute girl make him look good, he wasn't that type of guy. But then, Kyle had already stopped listening to him.
"No, he yelled. "Thanks, but I'm good. She's all yours if your interested. I'm getting a drink, you want anything?"