[If fingertips pass over each other’s for a mote longer than necessary, Hubert might purposefully make no notice or mention of it. In fact, once the ribbon slips from his fingers, he neatly crosses his arms, back straight and shoulders angled.]

Likely so. Your presence is probably one easily missed on the dance floor. So you’ve proven to me with your apparent skill.

[He could leave it at that, let his friend shuffle away inside where the music continues uninterrupted unlike where they stand. But after a silence that lingers between them, he adds-]

Though... if you have the time tomorrow, would you be inclined to meet over something to drink?

[Tea and coffee. The usual.]