Paul was never the type to see someone go out on a limb and make an offer, without a reply from him.<br/><br/>As much as he loathed dancing (especially in public!), he felt there was no choice but to graciously accept her offer.  Plus, she might be in need of some support, if her beer consumption was anything to go by.<br/><br/>Nevertheless, and in spite of himself, he hoped he didn't look like the overaged dweeb trying desperately to dance with someone as hot as Charlette. Where in the hell were those four scoping-her-out dudes?!  So much for wing-men.  Pfft. . . .