He just rolled his eyes at the patronizing tone in Jack's voice- something that others would find their heads bitten off for. He wrote that off as post-coital bliss. Still, once he had his 'face' back on, he turned to Jack with a nod, straightening his skirt and leading the way to the door.
"Of course, darling-" He let the word drawl, "We are supposed to be bells of the ball, after all, and what's a ball without dancing?" Oh, the jokes one could make with that.