"To dancers?" Jeremy adopts a wiggle that is by no means a good imitation of Bagoas's graceful undulations. "Dance of the seven veils, gaze deeply into my eyes and my... handkerchief!"

Another bite of turkey, chew-swallow-shrug. "Don't mind me, I'm just bullshitting. You dance professionally? Because you clearly should. I know girls in the clubs who couldn't pull off some of those moves."