[... oh. Oh SHIT. That's more or less the sentiment the look on Yusuke's face conveys when it belatedly dawns on him what the hot lady is asking him to do. He would've been able to roll with it if she'd turned around and told him off - hell, he would've even been all right if she'd smacked the hell out of him, even if it meant he'd have to ice more than just a black eye when he got back to his hotel room (he is seriously not looking forward to all the stupid questions he's probably gonna get from Blake later).
This, though? This is unexpected. Not to mention a little intimidating, though he wouldn't dare describe it that way if asked. For a second, he just stands there, looking more than just a little like a deer in the headlights...
... and then, finally, he coughs and wrenches his gaze away, trying his very damn best to look cool and apathetic. His stomach feels squirmy and stupid. Dammit, he knew he shouldn't've tried that blood sausage earlier.]
Y-- ... yeah, sorry, lady. I don't dance.
[THERE. Surely that will be enough to dissuade her.]
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[... oh. Oh SHIT. That's more or less the sentiment the look on Yusuke's face conveys when it belatedly dawns on him what the hot lady is asking him to do. He would've been able to roll with it if she'd turned around and told him off - hell, he would've even been all right if she'd smacked the hell out of him, even if it meant he'd have to ice more than just a black eye when he got back to his hotel room (he is seriously not looking forward to all the stupid questions he's probably gonna get from Blake later).
This, though? This is unexpected. Not to mention a little intimidating, though he wouldn't dare describe it that way if asked. For a second, he just stands there, looking more than just a little like a deer in the headlights...
... and then, finally, he coughs and wrenches his gaze away, trying his very damn best to look cool and apathetic. His stomach feels squirmy and stupid. Dammit, he knew he shouldn't've tried that blood sausage earlier.]
Y-- ... yeah, sorry, lady. I don't dance.
[THERE. Surely that will be enough to dissuade her.]