There he had to nod, turning his head just enough that he was able to speak right back into her ear. "Yeah, I'm afraid I'm not very good at this dance thing." When he pulled away slightly, the smile set into his expression was apologetic.
"Give me a surfboard or a basketball and I swear I don't look epileptic," He shrugged with a snort of air, good humor apparent, despite his words. "Not as epileptic at least." A shimmer in the air reminded him that the fairy was likely still fluttering about in her bright colors and sparkles, which was both kind of unreal and hilarious at the same time. Jack leaned in again to speak to her again, "Do you think that's why they made my room completely padded?"
It never occurred to him to not ask what he did next, "What do you want me to get you?"