His fingers were long and thin, and they intertwined with hers. "That really does wonders for my confidence," he said sarcastically. "Thanks for that."
"Well, last time I said it nicely you denied it. I decided to try the other way around," she said, looking back at him.
"So, moral of the story is 'don't bring up dancing around Jack,'" he said, giving her a cheeky smile.
He pulled the hand he was holding up to his lips and kissed it. "You're right," he relented. "I'm sorry."
"I'd certainly never be able to forgive you if you hurt yourself." He said this with a small shudder, and turned to her. "Don't do that."