She just laughs in place of insisting he's wrong, and then he's there on the dancefloor with her anyway, despite his obvious reservations about it.

"Ohh," she moves in close and loops her arms around his neck. "My mama warned about boys like you," she smirks and presses her forehead against his. "Lucky you, I don't take my mama's advice too often." She doesn't actually give him a choice before her lips are on his in a kiss, equal parts flirty and deep, like she means it, even if she doesn't and this night is just a throwaway in a long line of throwaways.