Think of it as more a... state of mind.

（ he winks at her broadly, and then pulls the cigarette out of his mouth ever-so-briefly to tap ash off the end of it, blowing the smoke away from her. he's almost polite. almost! ）

Dance, huh? Is this where I make a crass joke about flexibility and stamina, or is it disco and I can proceed to pretend I've never met you before in my life?