[ A hand to cup his cheek instead from Michel...Ganymede would have ascended to heaven and wondered what happened for a good moment because he's falling terribly harder each moment they spend together with one another. The only hold out are the usual suspects; one of the those being a river that isn't just located in Egypt. ]

I can measure it just fine, with these "mickey mouse" sized hands.

[ The other did not use that term but he is acting like he did.

He's going to get a cheek pinch for that, Ganymede tells himself, but then there's the way the other male's hand moves to cover one of his hands, a light touch against it with a thumb. ]

Of course I do! I-I like dancing with you...and it isn't like I'm feeling unwell or anything!

[ He is a bit more honest here than he likes to be, but he can't help it. Michel's face is so close, and like this, his hand is against his cheek. ]