Not a bad spell to be under, all things considered. [He finishes his drink and slides out of his chair. He sets the glass on the bar and then snatches the umbrella from the empty glass. He twirls the paper umbrella and offers his free hand.]

Let's go have a little fun. The only person going to care about what we do is whoever isn't in this bar. I don't know what kind of dancer I am, but it will be fun to find out. Don't you think so?