A lazy shrug lifts your shoulders as you shove at him and smirk slightly. You sipped at the drink and were careful to keep it out of his reach; psionics aside. Your nose wrinkled as you smelled some of the awful things that were passing across the television. "Who knows…maybe we can go dancing, hehe. Dancing sounds so fun." You muse out loud, trying to decide whether or not you wanted to go eat first or if you could definitely do dancing on an empty stomach.
There's a little smirk and you continue to eye the drink, noticing how she always made sure to keep it just out of your reach. Abusing your psionics was something you'd made a habit of and when you realized she'd never let the bottle sway into your reach you used them to force the bottle over to you and took large sip before returning it to her with a big smirk.
"Ehehe.. Yeah dancing sounds great as long as you don't mind me upstaging you with all my awesome moves."
You tease despite the fact you were a god awful dancer and you both knew it. Everything you knew about dancing you'd either seen on tv or experienced on your first date with her.
