Klaus I 13
He and Ben had their dance and it had been pretty great really, but now he was dancing on his own once more, happy to make the most of the night and the music for as long as it went on.
And then he was bumped into. And his groove had been thrown off, though he continued moving in his way, finding his way back to it after a moment. "Very easy," He agreed with her, even if he didn't really know what she was talking about, like they were picking up a conversation that had been started without him. But Klaus could work with that.
"It's what I do," He grinned when she complimented his dancing, and then said she looked like a giraffe when she did it. She talked a lot - a little like Five, but not quite as mean about it the way he could be. Though she was just as difficult to follow.
"Not a professional, no - though I have been paid for a dance or two in my time." He told her with a small grin, those had been fun nights. Everyone had gone home happy. And Klaus never could turn down the chance for a dance, particularly not when he got paid.