"Like you are?" he retorted. He caught out of the corner of his eye a vision of Patty being lifted into a spin with the boy that asked to dance with her. Marcus cocked a brow at this but felt his form loosening a bit as he moved with the music. Then, just to prove he wasn't a lightweight drinker or a piss poor dancer, he lifted the angry sprite of a girl up by her hips in the same sort of spin, before setting her down on her feet lightly.
He smirked, obviously pleased with himself. "I've danced with better partners. Prettier, too," he said.