Carol / Constantine
She didn't seem to mind at all when he put his hand on her hip. If anything, it drew her body closer to his, dancing and now pressing against him as she did so, her own arm pulling her even closer, chest to chest with him as they talked.
"Not trying to say you're a one-note kinda guy, but...." She was smirking, clearly teasing him. She knew John was complicated. It's one of the things that attracted her to him. And honestly, it was starting to get a little hard to keep up with his accent between how much he'd had and how much she had. But she could guess what he meant, at least.
"Oh yeah...." Her voice was quiet, and she was staring at his mouth. Not one for public displays of affection, they were getting very, very close on the floor. "Look at me? What about me?"