[ He claims he will never die, the Judge. He dances upon nimble feet in the middle of the busy saloon with the whores and men, nothing but pants covering himself. He holds no reason to care. It's the wild west, after all. ]

You've just entered the saloon, and immediately you caught his attention. The judge quickly gets away from the crowd and gives a hand to you, seemingly beckoning you to take it.

"Care to dance?"

He asks, awaiting an answer.