"I think if I dance for you you're supposed to give me money." She teased. Placing a little kiss on his chin. Or at least that was the idea she'd gotten when there was talk about strip clubs and such. "But you're naked, and I'm in your lap sooo..." she trailed off. With a waggle of her eyebrows. "I am tempted to be evil and wiggle. But I'm quite sure something would come up between us." Oh it was a brash bad joke. And she knew it.