Her head nods to the side. "Well, my girlfriend at the time didn't seem too unimpressed, so I think it served me well enough."

There's a grace, to how CT moves as they take off and dance. It's not the grace of a dancer, or even a competitive gymnast, it's something else. It's a fighter's grace. A freerunner's grace. An spy's grace.

"But, no, that was more— a youthful thing." Simpler days, simpler joys. "What about you? Secret second life as a dance extraordinaire?"