[He might've been annoyed normally, but now he's just got a far-off look in his eyes again. Yep, he's imagining it.

That'd be cool. Would Clair be willing to dance...? Well, she did set the whole thing up, so presumably she liked dancing...

Wait, Astrid would probably stomp over here and kick him in the head if he continued spacing out. Ahem.]

I don't even know if I can dance, anyway. I, uh, get the feeling that 'two left feet' is better than, you know, 'no left feet'.

...Would you come? I-if I was asking you?