[ He's completely unaware of the expression on his face, and in an even rarer occasion still, he doesn't actually give a damn what he might be giving away right now. It's too much bother to care right now, with the music filling the air with a fast beat and the bodies are swirling around them with a matching rhythm. It takes most of his concentration to keep up with them, match them, and he's quick to pick up on the steps, even if he still stumbles his way through a few of the more difficult patterns.

It's not helped by the fact that he's pretty sure Claude's just making up half the steps as he goes. But he's doing his best.

He's still not prepared for the way the other man just suddenly stops to dip him, his hands scrabbling to get a grip on Claude's shoulders before he ends up on his ass. Luckily in this, at least, Claude does seem to know what he's doing and Sylvain just laughs as he lets himself settle into it as gracefully as he can. ]

I'm pretty sure that should be my line right about now.

[ But when Claude tugs him up from the dip, he purposefully presses into Claude's personal space, chest to chest, bending his head enough to trail teasing kisses back along his jaw. ]

But I might've, a time or two.

[ An extreme understatement. The amount of time he's spent in taverns in his life had made this a much more fun way to pass the time there than just drinking. Or stuck in aimless conversation with someone he had very little interest in to begin with.

Which wasn't the case here, of course, but it is combining two of his favorite things - not that he's going to tell Claude that he ranks there now. His head's big enough already. ]

Alright, so you don't entirely suck at planning surprises after all.