Re: Seating: Buffy
Sanji held Buffy's fingers, his arm outstretched over the chair between them so he could lead her to a clear space. Once they were past the clutter of chairs, he pulled her closer, and gave her one gentle spin before adjusting to press them together.
The blonde was incredibly light on his feet. And while he generally tended towards breaker or hip hop dancing thanks to his years of studying martial arts like Capoeira, he also spent those same years waltzing and schmoozing with the social elite on the cruise ship he grew up on. Even if Buffy was a terrible dancer, he could cover off for her flawlessly. But he was finding that he had little need to do so. "You undersell yourself... You move just fine."