"Indeed," Severus whispered, smirking, and he turned his head slightly in order to kiss Sappho's palm. "I simply wanted to make certain you weren't secretly hoping that I might ask you to dance." Frowning slightly, he wondered if the time might be right to present her with her gift. It was still early yet, and another idea occurred to him. He hadn't had the money to get her flowers (his dress robes had taken the entire thirty Galleons she'd lent him), but there were flowers on their table. Unfortunately, they were entirely the wrong palette. "Of course, just like Madam Puddifoot's, the décor here leaves a bit to be desired," he purred, smirking again as he pulled his wand. Severus proceeded to charm the red rose to black, the pink rose to green, and the white rose to silver. "That's better."