Adrian had to admit that he rather enjoyed this Emma over the one who had lectured them in a change room full of men in various states of undress. He supposed there was a certain appreciation for the courage to do so, but there was just something about the charming and easy nature she was currently sporting. Just then it was a little more difficult to recall that she was the one responsible for whipping them into some form of respectful order ... even if he did still think it was out of her skill set. She was good, but this was Marcus and Clint they were talking about. Bigger and more experienced people had not had the success she was after. Still, he supposed, there was a part of him that cheered her on just for the sheer novelty of it.
"Ah, but does it render us even once again?" he asked, amused that she had something in mind for him already. He couldn't say he was surprised, but certainly amused. "And what sort of camp are we discussing, Miss. Dobbs?" He had all but forgotten about his previous dance partner and was happy enough to remain out of her eyesight for a little while longer. Current company was keeping him very much at attention.
He smirked, at that, not at all about to let that go without a bit of teasing of his own. Dipping her, he didn't immediately bring her back up, taking the moment to enjoy her flustered state. "Ah, and how exactly do you plan on using me, Miss. Dobbs? I'm curious to know." Having had his moment of fun, he finally let her up, the smirk still tugging at the corner of his lips.