Like I said before: You're spoilin' me here, Saya.
[Chuuya's answering smile is equally flirtatious as he reaches to down the rest of his own glass, setting it down on the counter beside Saya's.
He doesn't need more encouragement really, but Saya tends to feed the dramatic streak in him. In a swift motion he's doing precisely what she'd said: namely, whisking her off the bar and into his arms with a showy flourish and a grin, only deigning to set her gently down on her feet once they reach the dance floor.]
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[Chuuya's answering smile is equally flirtatious as he reaches to down the rest of his own glass, setting it down on the counter beside Saya's.
He doesn't need more encouragement really, but Saya tends to feed the dramatic streak in him. In a swift motion he's doing precisely what she'd said: namely, whisking her off the bar and into his arms with a showy flourish and a grin, only deigning to set her gently down on her feet once they reach the dance floor.]