[bust out the guitar and, well... they'd cross that bridge when they came to it.]

Oh, have you? [she quirks an eyebrow, swaying against him still with the music.]

Do you want to? [Make her behave, that is. She drops her head so her lips are nearly touching his ear.] Because like I said, I'm a bad girl. But right now, you're keeping me from stirring up too much trouble. [Is that her hand tracing down his back towards his ass? Uhm... yes. yes it is.]