Sean glared at Molly. She had a good heart, but was hardly above manipulation.
He shook his head and looked at Lisa. "Did she mention why I don't usually dance? I have the rhythm of a white Irish guy over thirty-five."
Molly laughed at him and nudged Lisa. "He isn't that bad. He isn't that GOOD either, but not so horrible as he pretends."
So much for scaring off the poor young woman Molly had trapped. He held out his hand. "Come on, toots, let's go cut a rug."
Molly actually clapped as he took her friend's hand and led her towards the dance floor.
"I apologize for Molly dragging you into her campaign to make me have some sort of fun." He offered to his dance partner. "She gets an idea in her head and she throws herself into it with abandon."