"I didn't think ninja's had any honor. They were assassins. What was it.. oh yeah, the art of stealth." Sean blotted his face with a towel.
He shook his head at both Molly and Phoenix's displays. "I was never that flexable. I wasn't clumsy so much as used to hitting things hard. I was into football in the olden days." Before he fucked up a scholorship and got kicked off the team for showing up either hung over, or much more likely, still shitfaced. "Now I'm happy to be able to dance without stepping on feet."
"You're graceful enough out on the dancefloor." Sean mused aloud.