Samson errantly thought that there was something odd about this guy: he was slightly too old-fashioned, he spoke like he was in a romance novel. He would examine that thought later. Now, he accepted that hand and led the pretty man to the dancefloor.
Let's see if he could do anything more modern than the mashed potato.
The beat pulsed with something poppy/R&By (if Samson had to guess, Rihanna?) and Samson started shaking with his hips. He did not have much ass to shake, but he knew what to do with it. He turned his back to Vincent and then slowly edged closer, dancing up to him.