All the more reason, then. I want one lovely dance. An objectively objectionless dance. Something we can use as a benchmark for future dances.

[ He turns them around. They are, of course, still making their way back to the stairs, but they're certainly taking the long way around. Dancing their way there, you might say.

He kisses Kaveh again, closes his eyes, rests his head against his. One lovely dance. Something to carry with them into the future. There will be better dances. This is just the first. ]