"At least I'm already used to things like that, you know? That's one of those hard things about dating someone is suddenly finding out all the stuff they hid from you during the 'selling' process."
"Well, I did promise we would at least try dancing," Tereza says, still looking around nervously as they move away from the relatively 'safety' of the table and out to the open floor.
Tereza starts moving as well, trying to play off Sam. She's more graceful than even Sam might have expected and she seems to lock into something in the music.
Tereza inhaled deeply and opened her eyes, leaning to give Sam a kiss on the cheek without breaking her dancing motion. "Just have to be in the right circumstances."
Tereza's felt this kind of runner's high before, but tonight it's reaching a new fever pitch. Her heart is pounding, new energy flowing into her restless limbs.
"I don't think you realize just the sort of challenge you're taking on." She keeps dancing, becoming more primal in her movements, moving from letting Sam lead to leading herself.
"Oh, I've barely gotten started," she laughs, matching Tereza move for move. It turns out it's not that hard for a telepath to anticipate these things, and Sam has a few moves of her own besides.
For a moment, it seems like Tereza's hair is slightly longer and fuller than it was before, but a second look and it must have just been a trick of the dance floor lights. She dances even more energetically to match Sam.
While Tereza may not have Sam's telepathic anticipation, she still manages to hold her own, mostly following Sam through moves if not exactly in counter to them.
It almost does feel like being in the Danger Room, at least the way Sam is dancing now, and how it's getting Tereza worked up. A fight is a dance. A dance can be a fight.
As Sam brings one of her hands up, Tereza grabs her wrist, spinning her so that Sam's back is against her. She inhales deeply and then seems to try to clear her head.