"Oh, you know, I'm a pretty good dancer myself," Faith retorted before pretending to try to pull away. What she actually did was use the fact that he was still gripping her hand to spring back at him, slamming a hard punch at his face. She'd promised Heather she wouldn't hurt him, and she'd meant it. But that didn't include things he'd recover from like a pretty nasty bruise.
She then tried to free her hand as she looked at him, still with that forced smirk.
"You know, I'm really not seeing what the big deal is with you, you're nothing impressive. You couldn't make me so much as wince let alone scream or cry."