Smirking at the interplay between the two girls, Carmine was content to just observe them, sipping his own martini. Even though the little intimacy Roxy gave him was a bit of a surprise, it didn't at all distract him from noticing how the two women seemed to be quite a bit closer than two dames have any right to be. He had a mind that they didn't always need a man to have fun in the bedroom, and thinking about the two tumbling in the sheets managed to heat up the mind of even that jaded Capo. He found himself downing the rest of his drink rather quickly in a vain attempt to quash his libido, lest he do something unbecoming of the Russo family.<br/><br/>When the band struck up the slower tune that Roxy seemed to be craving, a devious sort of grin came upon Carmine's features. It may have been the drinks he'd had that night, or it may have just been his hormones doing all the thinking, but he was ready for a completely different sort of "trouble" than what he was commonly known for. He stood from his stool, holding out hands not just to one, but both ladies.<br/><br/>"Well, I ain't gonna be leavin' either of you two broads to sit aside. Let's work out how we all three can dance, together-like."