"Not in the slightest," Genesis says with that easy resolution that's as natural as breathing. No, he wouldn't change a thing about Angeal. Not his stupid, thick accent, jaunty with the terrible music. Not his ridiculous dancing, his charming kisses, his unending love. He's perfect, and Genesis is laughing as he's spun again.

"Only a song, love. We've all night," Genesis says as it winds down. And while he'll deny it all the way to the steps of death's door, maybe a bit of his own Banoran accent slips into the edges of a few distinct syllables. Far more proper than Angeal's, but no less giving away he's not the city boy he loves to claim. Thankfully, with as close as they are, only Angeal could really hear it anyway.

"Besides, when has an outro ever stopped you? We danced to the morning all our own, many a festival." That part, he purrs lower. Danced may have meant a few things for a pair of fated teenagers in love in a sleepy, backwater town. That said, Genesis leans up to return the earlier cheek kiss, and adds another against his mate's lips, smiling all the while.