Really. Genesis is lucky that they're soulmates, and that Angeal is built like a military tank. He knows exactly what is on his husband's mind when he looks at him like that, and so there's only a small huff of amusement when he's suddenly leapt upon.

"I know you like it when I pretend to have a little bit of class," he says, stepping off the dance floor entirely. No need to accidentally smack someone with his new carry-on.

"But it's fine. I'll be getting rid of all that class in a minute anyway."

And he disappears into one of the tents with his lips already along his husband's jaw.