Malcolm takes half a step back, but space is usually at a premium at places like these. He tries to feel out the beat, sort of. A kind of tap, a small awkward bop in his knees. Lord, he will never get any numbers or one nights out of this. At least York's getting play. "I have moves that could clear this dance floor, yes, but they'll cause quite a bit of injury. And nobody wants the authorities called."
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