“What are you–” Sigma lets out a surprised yelp, being hoisted up into the position of a dance.

Surprise turned into a soft amusement, as he lets out a small chuckle in your actions.

The moonlight daze creeps through the tall windows, curtains flowing softly in the zephyr as you two waltz in the room.

“You sure do know how to dance,” he points up, humming in acknowledgement. “Although, it's pretty late,” he kept up with your gentle movements, gracefully matching with your actions.