She couldn't help but grin at the idea of custom Italian's on her shoe rack in the back. What the hell. "I am soo tempted to order a Versace or two." If anyone know who Gianni Versace was it would be Anthony DiNozzo. She couldn't help but make an adoring face. She'd be able to talk shoes again. Maybe. It was wiped away after a moment. "Yeah but I'd look like a goober out there doing the box step all by myself." Oh she'd been pretty much priming him to offer. "You'd rumba with me?" Oh that sounded so wrong. Or right if it had been said by someone less single than she was.
She slipped off the table. Slipping her feet back into the bunnies, she put her hands up. Much like Baby from Dirty Dancing. Her head up. Her back straight. "Quick quick, slow." She performed the few steps. "I feel like I need Johnny Castle. Holding my posture up slapping my fingers down. Yelling at me not to look at my feet." She didn't really need any of those things. She'd taken dancing lessons with Emily for her wedding. Everything from ball room to salsa. And found it was great exercise.