He wasn't expecting that, when he usually went and said the "wrong" things, people would usually just do what he didn't want to but allowed them anyway. How many times had Aerith had done that to him? Not that it was bad, but he was used to it.
He stared at her for a second, and instead he squished her hand lightly and lead her to the balcony instead... no matter who was there, there wasn't going to be as much people as in the dance floor.