He raises a brow with a soft ‘oh?’ being mouthed before noticing the drink being discarded. The kisses momentarily distract him, leaving him pleasantly dumbfounded as he’s finally rugged along. “I-But I just had gotten you that drink,” he laughs.

The reaper excuses them with a scattering of sheepish apologies. Music drawing louder getting him to smile but most of the happiness was not at its proximity but rather at the chance of dancing with a partner.