[oh, no, he's. oh no. um. he's never been single at a better time he guesses, resting his hand on wataru's outstretched one.]

There. ♪ Leo Tsukinaga, at your service, um... Monsieur Hibi. ♪

[there, he remembers titles for people, it's all good.]

What're we dancin' to? Our own beat? I've got a rhythm soul, so don't worry about me. ♪