She was playing coy, and it was a little frustrating though he didn't show it in the least. There was a surge of want, and the fierce desire to just take, but he took a bite of biscuit and chewed as a stopgap as he got himself together behind his easy mask. Besides, it wasn't a no, per se. "Well, then, I will just have to see if I can tempt you," he said, letting his lips curl up a little more.
He smirked more broadly at her reaction to his suggestion. Now that he counted as a win, seeing as how in control she seemed to be. "It would be, unless you were desperate for a weapon." Somehow, he could see her doing it, too, though he could be wrong. Her honesty was visible, though, and he noted it. "I would never turn down the opportunity to watch an attractive woman dance." And there was a certain grace he found compelling in her sort of dancing. The minute control, and the pain behind the beauty.