"Oh, I don't know," she said, grinning into her words. "Put on a cape and a jumpsuit and I'll be sure to let you know."
The thought of Matt dressed up like Elvis was enough to make her laugh, but to think of him dancing like The King, well -- that was an entirely different thing altogether.
It came to her, then, that Matt must actually be a quite fine dancer, when he put his mind to it. Maybe sometime she'd make him do that for her - not Elvis-style, but something nice. Something that gave them both an excuse to be close to each other.