Matthew sniggered, holding Zania by the waist. "I know I don't have to." He told her, looking straight at her, which was probably quite difficult for her to perceive. Damned mask was kind of losing its spectacularity by now.
He danced. Oh, yeah, Matt knew how to dance, against all odds, and also against all odds, his mild state of drunkenness wasn't really making itself noticeable right now.
He didn't know where he'd learned them, but he knew some moves, especially when dancing with a female companion, which was almost always the case. And plus, she looked the type to judge a bad dancer; Matt didn't want to scare her away.