You are at a party, dancing with someone you don't know.   "I like your dress," the random person says while smiling and holding eye contact with you.   "Well, thank you," you shyly say.   "But I know someone who would like it even more than I do," he whispers, twirling you around.   You land on your enemy's chest, aka Suo. Your arms were around his neck, and his hands were on your waist. He gets closer to you and whispers in your ear. "He's right, I love it more than he does."