"Hardly." Zevran crackles a soft laugh, resting a hand between her shoulder-blades as she works through the next roll. "It is considered peasant dancing for one, and I am an elf for another. It'd be a little like watching a lovely sculpture move in a vulgar way; but it would give me no true influence. In Antiva now..."

Ah, the rewards this trick has lent him. "I've gained quite a bit of notoriety for such things. A little less leg, a little more hip. You are rolling, not bouncing."