"You're a liar, Zevran," Michelle murmured as she tugged on her skirt and started putting on her bra, "you could dance really well, if you ever wanted to." She didn't bother with her shirt, simply draping it over one shoulder before she stepped up to him, taller than him due to the heels.
"Then again, I have a funny feeling you'd be amazing at whatever you wanted to do."