"So you could chase me down and kick my ass, but I can do a cartwheel and you cant." She laughed at the idea of it and shook her head before slipping closer against him, trying to guide his body to move with her's rather than the awkward white boy shuffle.
"Not exactly like the other night. No need for all of that until later.' She smiled warmly as he slid his hands around her waist. 'But I also wouldn't mind it either. It's called dirty dancing then."