If he wants a more memorable gala that eats the memory of before, then he’s going to loosen up more and enjoy the night. That might mean being a tad bit more ridiculous but the only opinion he cared for right now was Lucifer’s. Apparently he approved of the change in dancing position.

A low hum as he mulls it over. It fumbles into a soft laugh while he presses back into the bump. “I’ll take all the attention you’d give me,” he muses.