Kalysto stood at the edge of the dance floor by now, just silently watching his bride and her father dance. He flicked an ear as he impatiently waited for his turn, quiet because he did not want to ruin Desiree’s fun.
Sephiroth nodded. “It is indeed a formality. But it is also a definite. A physical statement… a… I don’t know what else to call it…” He parted from her and bowed formally before offering Desiree’s hand to Kalysto, stepping away to let them dance.