Sephiroth made a sound of utter disdain as he was led into the reception hall. He took his seat at the table where his name was carded, and then he began to take out his napkin, shaking it a few times before he lay it across his lap.
“I know how to dance,” He reassured her. “You tortured me into it when we got married.”
Kalysto took Desiree’s hand, grinning as he noticed that she was pleased with the cake. “There’s enough of us here to eat it… and we’ll be eating it for a couple of days. The children are going to need to survive off something when we’re not home.”