He was, admittedly, a bit caught off-guard by her blatantly suggestive statement. "Oh," he said, numbly at first... And then he realized how stupid that sounded. "Well," said thoughtfully, licking his dry lips, "I don't think management would be too pleased if we started here, but we've got a long night-" He was saying until he felt his arm tugged sharply to the side by someone else, and he turned to confront the rottweiler in human form that was Danielle. "Hey!" He cried out in protest, and some pain; He felt as if his shoulder had been pulled out of its' socket. That hurt almost as much as his pride at being injured by such a small woman... Though he could immediately recognize the familial resemblance between her and Nina.<br/><br/>"Paws?" He said in a curious voice, before realizing that paws were a common synonym for hands... He self-consciously looked at his 'paws' and was thankful that they were human paws only. Charles had a good self-control of his disease, but between the liquor and Nina's hot body against him he couldn't be sure. "We were dancing... You know, the waltz?" He pointed to the ceiling, as if pointing to the silky voice of Frank Sinatra.