Dance with me dumbass!

  “Look at you like what?” He asked. He was looking at her but he was simply piecing together how she did look like him a little bit.

"Like this," she said as she mimicked his expression. "Because it's getting kind of creepy."

  "And who are you to tell me that?"

"You know who I am, you know, I wen to Mexico with you in case your ass needed to be safe, one which looks horrible in that dress too."

"I have no clue what sort of dances there are you know."