Carlos laughed a little as he stood up. "Well, I'm not as good a dancer, either," he said. "But it's not exactly fair to make you do all the seducing, is it?" He wondered, though, how many people seduced Gael rather than it being the other way around.

He stepped out of Gael's reach and cycled through his music until he found the song he was looking for, giving Gael a smirk as it began to play over the speakers and he started to slip out of his clothing. First the jacket, then the sword and knives at his waist before he finished the work Gael had started on his shirt as he moved to the music. For his words about not being a good dancer, Carlos was graceful - he had to be, to train as he did - and he went to the dance club in town a few times a month. There was no better way to let off steam, after all.

Of course, he didn't generally dance in front of single-minded attention, with someone watching him the way Gael was.

He danced his way back over as he shed his black pants and tossed his uniform over the arm of his couch, crouching back down to where Gael had leaned against one of his chairs as the song ended, and he raised his eyebrows. "I draw the line at lap dances, because we'd never make it off the living room floor, love."