Where could I possibly want to be more than here, in another dance with you? [ oh, but what a challenge! a poor dancer, is he?... admittedly yes just now, but that's because, ] But Miss Clarke, how unfair. You're such an enthralling conversationalist, I was completely distracted from trying to impress you with dance. What a truly sly tactician you are.

Let me correct that right now, shall I? [ he has thick skin when it comes to insults but he does have a measure of artist's pride, he would want to show his ability as best he can, especially to someone he does genuinely like regardless of if the feeling is even remotely mutual. and he does love this song! the charisma of duran duran fits clarke well, but this is more his personal jam: silly and energetic and playful, lyrics about someone so irresponsible. it's perfect for him to shed some more tension and freestyle a little number like this, perfectly cheerful and warm and free.

song, flight. dance. the last isn't exactly his livelihood like the others but entertainment and art is his field, he loves to let loose and simply be in the moment just like this, with carefree choreo, simply moving to the music with a flow of body and the whisk of his cloak, a few feathers appearing and disappearing with wind, fancy footwork and jiving with the beat. and of course, he would also be singing, lovely and clear. ]

Something's bugging me
Something ain't right
My best friend told me
What you did last night
You left me sleeping in my bed
I was dreaming
But I should've been with you instead

[ and with that now, he would offer a hand to clarke again to simply dance with him. recalling now her genuine smile when she had been in the sky wearing his wings, allowing his winds to carry her aloft. that moment of thrill that he would always want to share whether with birds or his people. that look he would remember on her, a warm moment even throughout the danger of life on this ship. ]