Re: Seating: Buffy
Sanji took the offered hand. He considered laying a kiss on top, but hesitated. Buffy looked like she needed a friend more than a flirt, and once in a blue moon, Sanji could tell that sort of thing. Instead, he gave a gentle squeeze and said, "A pleasure, mademoiselle Buffy. But what can we do to make your night more interesting? Do you dance? Am I allowed to buy you a drink?" As though punctuating, he held up his margarita and took a sip of the slushy green drink.