"Daz? Yeah! Well, if you can call what I do dancing, it's more like flailing about." There was a ballad she sang that she may have drunkenly slow danced to with an ex boyfriend. There was a beat as she realized what he was asking and she moved her hand closer to his and gave a small shrug.
"Do you, maybe want to dance next to me or y'know with me and look better by comparison?"