Sascha couldn't help dissolving into giggles, her head coming to rest briefly on Peter's chest. Her feet didn't miss a beat though. "Joking, joking! I'll be good, I promise." Well, -ish. "Not that you're not hot of course, but -- ut-oh."

She too had spotted the ... ex? Wannabe? Whatever she was, she was on a collision course and approaching fast, threading her way through the other dancers with definite intent. "Oh ouch, I'm sorry. Anything I can do to help? Throwing myself on the unexploded bomb or something?"