Carol / Constantine
"A good surprise," John countered, moving in closer too, under the guise of being able to hear -- well, actually because he wanted to be able to hear. But also because he felt like he oughta be putting one of his hands on her hip.
"I can dance," he said with a laugh. "Just coz I grew up punk rock, innit? Got more variety than all that, y'know," and boy, his accent really went places when he'd had a few too many.
"Hah! Yeah?" He wondered what she'd do if he nipped at her earlobe. It was tempting. "Off duty professor Constantine. But lookit you though."