George offered the woman a wry smirk, accepting the pint gladly with a friendly nod.  "It's certainly tempting, Ma'am," he said with just the slightest touch of Southern drawl, the courtesy almost amusing in this day and age.  He took a small swig from the mug before placing on the hood of the RV.  "Can't say I've ever been all that much of a dancer though, far as I can recollect.  Two left feet, ya might say."<br/><br/>He looked the girl over for a moment, not with predatory or lusting eyes but with the sort of calm and easy glance one might give a particularly charming flower.  "Something tells me you're the sort to enjoy that sort of thing though.  Just<em>moving</em>, I mean, for the sheer sake of it.  Have you come a long way to get here?"