The feeling of a head on his shoulder, soft hair beneath his chin, a delicate body against his. It makes him curve inwards slightly, hold Ginshu's hand that much more gently, drumming fingers at the small of his back. He himself has taken off his jacket, rolled up his sleeves, loosened the tie around his neck. Too stuffy, too formal.

"I thought you might like it," he murmured, steps light around Ginshu's. He chuckles a bit. "I thought that it would be nice. And it is."