Though he did not enjoy dancing, and had no aptitude for it, it was worth getting closer to Nina. Under her guidance, he took one of her hands in his own, and his hand settled on her waist, though out of sheer drunken boldness, soon enough it was resting on her butt, not squeezing... He would need another drink to do that. While they rocked back and forth to the music, Charles was certain they would lose their balance soon... The alcohol was really begin to get into his system, and he knew Nina was much worse off. He couldn't help but laugh every few moments at her, or usually with her.<br/><br/><em>Dancing is just making love standing up you know."</em>He had been musing on this for a moment... Charles could never be accused of someone gifted with witty comebacks. "Well... You can make love, standing up, you know. So... What does that do to your comparison?" Aristotle and Voltaire must have written their best works with a bottle of bourbon at their side...