"That depends on the dance - " she replied quickly, teasing, her hand landing softly on his shoulder as she began to sway to the music, her body close to his. Perhaps to others she would look too close, but she'd given up on caring what other people thought about her years ago. Sure she had a reputation to uphold, but she was a socialite after all. A little flirting never went a miss. It was more or less expected - after all the Gotham Gazette had once described her as being insatiable. She still had that one column tucked in the back of her diary, it never failed to make her laugh.
" - It also depends on the man," she shrugged nonchalantly, smirking back at Tony.