"He probably never saw a natural blond in his life," Reno countered, leaning over and leering some more, and then snaking a hand around her waist. While on the dance-floor, he figured, there had better be something not unlike dancing. "S'like the red hair. We're hot American novelties, and we ain't even from America."

A pause. A grin. And a little sway of his hips while he attempted to both maintain his balance and to find the groove of the music.

"You look hot."