The newest Joker probably didn't see dancing as a means to an end, like his son had come to, either. Which was a good thing. Because Ethan hadn't been to a shindig like this in months, and the last one had been "business-related". Now, for the first time in months, he didn't have a secondary agenda--which was strange, really. He was free to just sit back, relax, and...do whatever he liked.

Ethan wasn't sure how to go about this.

But he chuckled along with his patron's smirk, shaking his head. "I hope not. I'd hate to be responsible for the largest collective stroke the Deck's ever had." Well, he might already hold that record, but for something else entirely.

"Speaking of, why aren't you out there boogieing down? You've cut your share of rugs, if I recall."