[Paul hands the empty shot glass off to the skeleton with a nod, as if they were one of his House's own servants.]

I'm not sure you'd be able to hear them, or that I'd be able to tell them to you - the dancing here is different than I imagine either of us are used to.

[He's taken a look at what's been going on inside the boundaries of the improvised dance floor. It's been chaotic, to say the least.]