"I suppose I'll have to keep you updated." Byleth says with some amusement to his tone. He's fascinated watching Emet banish the created plate, the shimmering motes that dissipate reflected in pale eyes.

Ahh, but yes. The more important matter is at hand.

"Nothing, that's why I'm asking." He extends his hand as an invitation. "It's a party, is it not? Dancing is often expected, at least where I am from." Even the rowdy, drunken parties that the old mercenary company had included some dancing. Haphazard and usually ending in injury or property damage, but dancing nonetheless.

"Perhaps I could teach you a dance from my world?"