Some people do look like they're enjoying themselves. Monet supposes it's the thing to do, really. Do a turn on the floor. Rock back and forth, awkwardly laying hands on waists and shoulders, trying not to make serious eye contact.

But all she can do is shrug again, neatly.

"I can take it or leave it." The words are detached and mildly arrogant, but there's a note of shyness to them that Monet must immediately tamp down with Shirley Temple.

She then seems to consider things, since this feels like a logical extension of their previous game, and after a moment grants Pansy a less than earnest, "Maybe. Depending. Like who?"