Just as planned. Sano grinned, taking that hand--amazing how a few inches of height could so change hand-size, and spinning Kaito once before pulling him closer. Soft dance, soft dance...been a while, but one never really forgot how and besides...the way he fought could be called a dance too, if you got down to it.
And Sano was nothing if not good at it. A spin there, a dip here...just move with the beat and go with it. Thinking too much would just get in the way--this wasn't waltz, for god's sake. You couldn't half-ass it. D: