It's good he's a graceful loser; Shura would have had too much fun with him he he fussed. But as it stood, she'll enjoy her victory with a satisfied grin.

She doesn't know quite what she should expect him to say after that. She isn't surprised that he offers another round, and Shura's first instinct is to decline his invitation. She knows better than to stick around men who weren't over their dead lovers. Nothing good ever came out of being around a man like that. But she's tipsy and lonely, so her best judgment is getting thrown out of the window.

"Heheh, don't want me to think you're a klutz or somethin'?" She teases, not seeing much point in pulling away if they were just going to be dancing again in a moment. Unfortunately for her, Shura won't know any of the steps for the next dance, so she may just get a taste of her own medicine.