"I never said there was anything wrong with it," he said with a faint laugh which was kind of true and kind of not. He was perfectly okay with his body, seriously. "It's other people that have the issue. When you go see male strippers, they're generally all the beefy types. No one goes for the dancing." Mirza didn't say anything about his own training, the classes he still took when he had free time or was not exhausted. Natural grace was just a tiny portion of it all.
Mirza leaned back with a heavy sigh, not wanting to pull away but feeling kind of bad about the whole thing, "Sorry. I've totally ruined all the fun of the teasing. I'm an awful bad boy who needs a spanking." What? WHAT? He was trying to make it happy again.