"That's never stopped me before," he retorts, brimming with undisguised enjoyment, and because he is the kinda demon he is, he steps in close and envelopes his charming lady friend in an impromptu faux trot. It's nowhere near appropriate for clubbing, but Lorne has never really cared about such silly little things. Why not just have a good time, live in the moment when it's right there for the grabbing?

"Aaaand, loooong, short-short, loooong, short-short--"

And in they go, onto the dance floor, and the music crashes down on them both quite literally, heavy and loud and just the kind of music to send your heart racing right into a coronary event.

Lorne loves it.