His face falls at the hesitation because maybe he had been wrong and jumped the gun enough that this would be an awkward mess. How fitting that it would happen on the dance floor once more. Ironic beyond a doubt. Still he tries to save face by glancing away and focusing on any others that packed the floor, watching them flit about while he tries to ignore the nagging regret tightening his throat.

He barely catches the next uttering of the words. Pinpricks at the corner of his eyes which gets him to haphazardly wipe one of his eyes on his shoulder. "I ugh yea. I love you, incredibly and undeniably so, Lucifer Morningstar."