He'd expected little else, in truth.

Dion's eyes flash promise, and with an unnecessary flourish, drops his arm to Joshua's waist to twirl them about- all without spilling a drop of his champagne. He takes a further few sips as he guides them toward a tray set out to collect empty flutes, then adds their own.

His newly freed hand gestures to the stairs leading back down. "Shall we, then?