[He's himself and so very not, and it's really messing with her head. But then he's spinning her around, and Selina finds a smile tugging at her lips despite herself. The skirt of her dress flares a little around her legs, and when she comes back she puts her hand on his arm. It's not for her own benefit: she saw that wobble, even if he handled it.]
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Is this what you been doing every night?