He nodded, "Dat's what dey are ja. Hang ons." He slipped away from her, still moving to the beat, before he sprawled across the bed to grab the remote. He turned off the music and then pressed another couple buttons. A screen came down from a hidden location on a wall and he got up, dancing his fingertips across a large selection of DVDs on a rack, before finding the one he was looking for. It was many, many music videos of mostly R&B and latin artists. He didn't like any of the music on it, but he liked the dancing.
He put the DVD into a stark white console and pressed play, waving her back over to the bed. He sat down on it, propping himself up with several pillows. The lights dimmed on their own, and the videos started.
"Sees how dat chick is moves? Peoples is gots specifics move to does on, too. But you can, you knows, takes dat ideas and moves with it." That's what he primarily did, in fact - took dance moves from all over and let his body use them in the way he felt was best.