Jackson was grinning when Nikki looked at him. "That was dance." He might not be able to do it, but he appreciated a good body in motion. "How about this?"
Jackson tossed the shirt aside again, and moved back out onto the floor, bare feet padding against the wood. He stood facing Nikki, his back to the mirrors, and with arms at his side, he bowed. Then he moved into a fighting stance, right arm up, left arm blocking, right leg forward in a lunge. He slipped from there into a quick series of punches and blocks with steps forward, ending in kick that leapt up and around, left foot kicking high at the end before he landed again in a crouch. There was a fluidity to his movement, between crips shots. At the landing he looked over at Nikki and raised one eyebrow.