Nothing in this world or any other was funnier than seeing a man flex. Diana couldn't explain it, exactly. But it somehow reminded her of the God-awful 1950s beach movies she used to go to, all dolled up in a poodle skirt, her hair in an elegant side-pony. She wasn't exactly sentimental for the 1950s, what with the racism and sexism and all other kinds of awful -isms. But she did miss the poodle skirts, sometimes.

At any rate, she let out a small, bell-like laugh. Something, she realized, she hadn't done in quite a while.

Of course, what did you expect when there was an ancient evil terrorizing the City?

"Okay, fair," she said. "But it's not all that conducive to dancing."