Re: On the dance floor
"That so?" The arch to his brow grew ever higher, a look of earnest curiosity passing over his face. "You must know something I don't." His smirk turned sharp, then, and strangely unreadable. He settled back comfortably against her as her touch softened to something slightly more platonic. "Unless you're just betting on the booze to better my odds, and if that's the case, I don't know if I'm flattered or insulted."