Amsu nodded. It wasn't cheesy to him. "Every now and then, in order to hear good live jazz music. The dancing isn't to much my taste though." He looks at Eryn, seeing that she is taking in all of her surroundings. "Do you want to dance Eryn?" Perhaps an odd bit of memory would appear and Eryn would remember what real dancing is. "Sometime, if you're interested, I could teach you how to dance like they do in Argentina. They can<span style="font-style: italic">really</span>dance down there."