Percy is doggedly insistent on making him dance, but it isn’t going to happen. Sure, they’re at a party, but that doesn’t automatically mean he’s obligated to go along with what the others are doing- which is, case in point, dancing. Grinding, even. He knows Percy just wants him to have fun, and he appreciates that, really, but this is one flow he’s willing to push against for once.
“Why? Some of these people aren’t dancing,” he counters, one brow raised, arms crossed, limbs stubbornly immobile. “You’re not dancing.” The moment that look crosses Percy’s face and he begins to go into this…pose, Yoshitsugu regrets having ever said that and gets up to go and find his friend’s girlfriend because no way is he going to go through that alone.