[Oh? Ohh? Teasing words as they might be, they're bold ones, too. Stephen's brow arches high enough that it wrinkles his brow, and he tilts his head.]

Paled in comparison, huh? What, not a fan of Eldritch magic? Sure, it's showy, but there's a foundation behind the flair that isn't all just flash.

[Is the implication that hangs at the end of that statement, "unlike some"? Well. He certainly doesn't say it aloud. And yes, he notices how Urianger's eyes linger on his forehead, which might suggest that he had a brief peek under his hood during his sorcerous performance.

But he's being asked for a dance, and if it comes up later? Then it comes up. For now, he'll humor him.]

I won't say no to a dance. [He offers out a hand.] Between the two of us performers, I'm sure we'll tear up the dance floor.