[Maketh takes a bow when she's done, grinning cheerfully, and eying the tequila again. Singing makes her want to dance, but alas, that's not the game just yet. She sits down on her stool with a huff, propping her chin up on her palm.] A tactical inevitability, Henry. Well. Since you made me sing, it only seems fair that I make you dance.

[She beams at him.] Surely you know how to dance, Sir Knight?