As Ales stood up from his seat, Sephiroth sat back in his own and pulled his posture up a little straighter where he'd been leaning in Ales' direction. He nodded, satisfied enough with the something-of-a-plan, before brushing down the creases that had formed in his shimmering suit jacket from how he'd been sat. They fell right out, he probably needn't have done that.

Ales' smile was met with a curious expression in response. It's not like the small man had ever suggested anything of the sort to him before and seemed, as a result, rather out of the blue. Either that, or he really was wearing his heart on his sleeve much more than he'd ever intended to.

He'd stay put, watching curiously still as Ales departed for the dance floor.