The dragon didn't want John to hear any muffled squeaks from underclaw. "Johnny, Turn up the radio while we're waiting. Listen, it's dance music."
The Flamenco was beginning to speed up. The dragon could feel Carrie squirming feebly under her claw. She raised her huge leg and STOMPED down on a beat of the music.
John stared at her in surprise as the pictures shook on the walls.
She grinned. "Why, dancing to the music. Care to join me?"
He stared as she slowly began to dance around him, stomping with alternating beats of the dance. Step - Stomp - step - stomp. Faster and faster as the beat increased. Soon her legs were a blur of motion, the room thundering with the pounding.
The flamenco climaxed, the dragon standing triumphantly her stomping foot, seeming to twist it slightly to grind it into the floor.
John quickly turned off the radio before another dance could start. "Wow, that was really, um, impressive dancing."
"Thanks," she panted. "Although the stomping part wasn't that hard."
You were really cutting up the rug," he commented.
She wiped sweat off her brow. "Oh, I love to dance, don't you?" she winked at him.
John backed slowly away. "No, I mean you were really cutting up the rug. It's all ripped."
"The scales on the bottom of my claws are a little rough," she laughed. "Although I could file them a little smoother if I was snuggling with some bunny," she added coyly.
He scratched his topknot of fur. "Funny thing though. Only one foot ripped the carpet. The other one glided smoothly along."
She waved her claw lightly. "Oh, that. Why, I've got something on my sole that..." she let slip. This was not the time to tell her Johnny she was using Carrie as a dancing shoe.
"What do you have on your foot? You just stopped."
She turned away. "Oh, it's nothing. Just a little patch of ... moleskin. Helps me 'glide' along," she said with that nervous giddiness.
"May I see?" John asked. "For some reason. I'm more interested in feet than I used to be since before putting on this costume. He stared down at his over-sized bunny feet.
"Oh, alright. But just a quick peek," she agreed. Anything to keep him interested in her. She quickly bent her thick leg backwards, giving him a flash of her mouse-covered sole.
"It looked like a little gray patch of fur," he said. "I thought moleskin was tan colored."
"It is. This is ... mouseskin. It's like moleskin, but gray."
John's heightened rabbit senses allowed him to observe. "It looked pretty crushed. Smelled a bit warm too."