Greg nodded. "They just didn't have the tits for it. That must be why Cuddy survived." As Jack looked to the dancers, Greg started the process of standing, lest Jack get some idea about dragging him along. "It's been a while, I have to admit. But- living with a dancer has to have a perk or two," He gave a good Latin-style shake of his hips, arms up for emphasis, before starting out onto the floor, reaching out behind him to encourage Jack along.