"Just because I don't dance, doesn't mean I can't," Avery said, amused and pleased by her reaction. "Used to hit the clubs a lot 'til I got bored of it." He had good rhythm, he'd been told, before he'd steadfastly refused to participate in any sort of class his mother tried to enroll him in. He was starting to get a good buzz now, with her, here, in this group of people who also felt the vibe. "You can move too."