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A/n: sorry, it's short again… it appears I just can't help myself!
Do it with style
"Sensual…"
An unamused snort.
"Cat-like…"
A sigh.
"Slow…"
"I don't see how I could be doing it any slower…"
"Sexy…"
"Oh, please!"
"Think of Cuba…"
"I'd rather not, thank you… ow!"
"Oh, sorry. Think of beaches…"
A groan.
"C'mon, Illya: be hot, romantic, steamy!"
"Does anyone ever get accidentally strangled doing this?"
"Malita says it feels great… Bend your knees… and that it is sometimes helpful to count 12345678."
"One… two… three… four…" through gritted teeth.
"Do unwind a little, will you? This is supposed to be a dance of love!"
"Five… six… seven… I still don't see why me!"
"Mr. Waverly was most insistent… Now a soft hip action… and besides I don't speak Portuguese."
"That may be, but why… ow!"
"I'm sorry…"
"You are not! I'm sure you keep walking on my toes on purpose! And why couldn't I have a proper Rumba teacher instead of you?"
"Cheer up, Tovarich! Think of the lovely Duquesa.."
"No, I'd rather think of revenge. Did you ever want to learn to dance cossack-wise, Napoleon?"
You know what I'm hoping for, don't you? Please, please…
