"Me?" he asks Felix, then looks to Jim for confirmation. And since Jim isn't taking the lead, he assumes Felix must be right. He'll have to be the first one to dance, then! Such is the price of dating advice.

The first thing he does is close his eyes and clear his throat to help him search his mind. Eventually he steps back and says, "This is one my ex taught me. Famous Night Elf dance! I promise she made it look better'n I'm gonna."

And then, his brow creased in deepest concentration, he begins. The dance starts with his hands on his hips, pretty tame hip rocking and pivoting, almost like a line dance. Then out of nowhere there's a whole lot of motioning to the ass, dolphin-like undulations, and spinning. And just like that it's back to tame dancing with shoulder shimmying and some footwork that's heavily impaired by his inebriation. He stumbles as he tries to stay coordinated and decides that's about the time he ought to quit.

He finished with an embarrassed laugh and a lot of shaking of his head. He tries to make a few excuses for himself, but they hardly get past, "I, uh," before he can think of nothing better to say. A few more seconds pass before he says, "It's a Night Elf thing."