"Cliff, would you like to dance?"

If Cliff had eyelids, he would probably blink in surprise. Crazy Jane had asked him to come with her to one of Danny's clubs (apparently, Danny had recommended the place to her himself.) and he had accepted. There was no doubt she had something in mind for their outing, but he trusted her well enough to go along.

Still, it surprised him to think anyone would risk their toes by asking an 800-pound robot man to dance.

"Uh… sure." He replied, taking her proffered hand as if she could actually help him stand up. He hesitantly put one hand on the small of her back, a few inches higher than he one normally would, and made to hold her hand with the other, when she curled into him and laid both hands on his chest. She prompted him to begin by swaying to the smooth jazz that was usually playing in this club.

Now unsure of what to do with his hand, he gently held her shoulder instead. Looking into her eyes to see if it was alright, he found her head was tilted heavily to one side. That probably meant he was dancing with Liza Radley, rather than Jane. That suited him just fine- He was fond of all the different people that resided in The Woman, not only Jane. Yes, Even Hammerhead and Black Annis.

"Why do you look so uncomfortable, Cliff?" Liza murmured. She has an unusual way of speaking. As if her voice was not coming from The Woman's body.

"I'm not uncomfortable, Liza. At least, I think it's Liza?" Her smile said he was right. Score. "Liza, then. I'm just wondering why you wanted to dance."

"Because I like you, Cliff, and I wanted to come out and do something with you today." She replied, matter-of-factly. "You're my best friend."

Cliff didn't have much to say to that.

"Why do you keep looking down?" she asked.

"Trying not to step on your feet."

"It's okay. I wore steel-toed boots."

The statement reminded him that he was, in fact, a six-and-a-half foot tall copper-colored robot and inspired a burst of self-consciousness he was all too familiar with. A quick glance around the club and he expected to see every eye on them, on him, some pointing, most barely concealing their fear, or just staring in curiosity. That wasn't what he found.

The denizens of Danny the Street paid the odd pair no mind. Most had paired up and began dancing themselves, and the few that did look smiled. It was as if he- as if they were not really that unusual here, among the rest of society's out-casts, in the open-minded community of Danny the Street.

Liza laid her head on Cliff's chest as the song slowed and ended. It felt good to be this close to someone again… She took him by the hand and led him back over to their table.

"…Thanks," he started simply. "I kinda forgot how fun dancing can be."

"I had fun too. A lot of fun." Liza smiled, he head almost touching her right shoulder. "I would like to do it more. Maybe in Spain next time."

"Oh. Where are we now, anyway?"

The candle on their table dripped a large drop of melted wax onto the tablecloth, which skittered around like the tip of a pen, curving in an elegant cursive hand: "Paris, Cliff. I've some pick-ups to do. Spain sounds wonderful, dear Liza. Barcelona?" The words remained for a moment and evaporated.

"Barcelona would be nice, Danny. If reality doesn't need saving."

Cliff figured it probably would, if it could get in the way of him enjoying himself.

A little bell chimed in Cliff's head and he stood. "Hate to cut things short, but we should be getting back, my nutrient tank's empty."