Desmond had a much more clunky style of dancing. He wasn't restricted to a two-step dance, but he was clearly out of his mosh pit days. Still, he kept up, and danced along with Miranda. In between steps, he would give his reply. "Judging books by their covers? I like to think I bring a little finesse to the bouncer game." He spoke, doing his best to make eye contact with her. "Iris is alright. I figure that you don't want to talk about her all night, though, yeah?"