Sitting there in silence for several moments, Seimei soon tilted his head to watch Kaoru laugh and smile, his own lips quirking at one corner. Eventually the onmyoji leaned forward a fraction, then a bit more, expression not changing until he was a foot from the red-head's face and Kaoru's eyes were open and turned his way. Color crept up his collar and he jerked back with a faint cough.

Clearing his throat he looked away, face assuming a bland expression even as heat radiated from his ears.

"There is a bit of cake on your cheek, there," he gestured vaguely with one hand that was curling against the hem of its sleeve. There was no crumb or cream, but far be it for Seimei to be completely honest. A good save was a good save from any angle when you were embarrassed.

Time for a subject change.

"When would you propose this party of yours?"