"Most of the time I'd agree with ya. Seeing as how most people don't mean what they say. Guilty as charged." Watching River twirl like that was almost enough to make him dizzy, if not for the fact that he was somewhat amused by it all, the way she spoke, the way she moved. "Damn holoprojector must be on the frits...rassum frassum...when I find Weasel I'm goin' t'kick his ass from here to the south pole." Being really seen? That was at the bottom of his list of things that should be happening. Right above joining the Avengers and under making out with Rosie O'Donnell.
Of course, he figured the way to solve his problem, was to punch said technology a few times. Give it a little 'motive' to work. "S'usually the part where women go runnin'. I use t'make a sport out of it, but the cops frowned upon that, somethin' about it being illegal...stalking...thousand foot restraining order."
Facts were facts. River didn't seem to be the kind to run away, and he was fairly sure the holoprojector was working, which meant maybe she could just see. "Motion of a whip? Somethin' like that. And a B Movie, toots, is a movie with a low budget that you repeatedly watch just for the campyness of it all>"
Eyebrow arched at the pose she had struck, she was in his personal space, which usually meant a knee to the face, but this was kind of a special case. "Do I know how to waltz? Dancing with the Stars begged me to be on their show, had to turn 'em down though, I only do freelance work."
Deadpool reached out and tried to recall that stupid instructional dance video he watched. Moving one arm loosely around her, he extended his other, putting his hand in the right position with hers. Now he was going to have to remember to count in his head. Something about a box.