[Easily digesting that look with a lazy, easy smile of his own, Cain takes another drag off the end of the vape pen to exhale its white cloud out over the city.]
You're rusty? I haven't even tried whatever this dance style is, not like I'm gonna notice.
[His own rustiness goes beyond time, as he can't remember the last time he did anything more formal and technical than the modern do-what-you-want manifestation of movement in practice at this moment on Asylum's dance floor.]
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You're rusty? I haven't even tried whatever this dance style is, not like I'm gonna notice.
[His own rustiness goes beyond time, as he can't remember the last time he did anything more formal and technical than the modern do-what-you-want manifestation of movement in practice at this moment on Asylum's dance floor.]
Trust me, I can handle it.