Kalysto flicked his ears back, a deep frown on his face. “Let’s not talk about that…” He pulled her away, hoping to get her out of Desiree’s ear-shot. “I was drunk, OK…? It’s nothing to laugh about… I wasn’t the only rowdy drunk one either. Don’t blame it all on me.” He continued to lead her through the dance despite the conversation, though his dance-moves were more aggressive in his frustration.
Sephiroth sighed. “I don’t see anything wrong with it either. But it just doesn’t seem like something you’d pick…”