"Oh, I see how it is," he said in a joking tone. "I'm not good at making stuff up. Looks like you're just stuck with the dancing."
He wasn't quite watching the clock, but some of the fun had trailed out of this meeting. People were only interesting when they talked about themselves; light grilling was how he started off most of his friendships because the newness was so enticing. That Maxxie was so closed off meant one of two things: either she had a lot of bad stuff happen in her past, in which cause he shouldn't press, or she was pretty boring in which case pressing would be fruitless. Whichever it was, Del wasn't active enough to pursue.
His mind wandered away as he swung and glided through the crowd, eyes half-closed behind his spectacles. Del started to hum under his breath absently.