[ He listens to the explanation with open interest, since of the various kinds of magic that Sebastian has learned about in his worldhopping tenure, Matt’s is definitely one of the more unique. It appeals to him, since at least with how Matt explains it, there’s a certain poetry he appreciates. It’s why he nods in gentle agreement that it’s special when their eyes meet, and he means it. There’s a touch of romanticism that perhaps doesn’t completely suit him in it, but he can still appreciate the symbolic beauty of it in the same way he would a poem.

The waltz trails off as the song ends, and Sebastian leads them towards the side in a brief pause to see what’s next. He looks away from Matt and to the musicians so that he can get a quicker idea, and it’s just in time to be praised. His expression is still composed and elegant in a way that matches their surroundings, but he does smile just a bit more and tip his head forward lightly.

Through Communion, though.

You would think he’s never praised for how the proverbial space of it warms from the cool neutral he seems to settle at naturally. ]

Then we shall give it a try. I am not terribly imaginative when it comes to cover designs, so do pardon me in advance, but I hope you would be pleased despite that.

[ It’s humble and would almost seem falsely so, but… No, he’s very critical when it comes to his imagination, or lack thereof. The music picks up to a jauntier tune, though, and with a little ah of recognition, he smiles at Matt. He shifts his hand from his waist to take one of Matt’s and hold it lower and to the side. Though there is a smooth, deliberate way in how his gloved hand guides Matt’s that’s still that demure, deniable flirtation. Unsurprisingly, he’s very good at it. ]

The Schottische next? You waltz well, so shall we try something a bit livelier?