As he didn't see anyone follow him to the door, Lee sighed in relief. But he would certainly not go back inside now... In fact, he didn't know when he would, since that journalist would be waiting for him and he had to meet people... But that annoying Kazuya... He sent that journalist to him, he was pleased by the embarrassment it would cause him, Lee was certain of it... Since Kazuya won the Zaibatsu, he was acting like such a tyrant, a vengeful tyrant... He was unbearable... Lee thought maybe he should go to his car and go back home... Kazuya would realise how meanly he acted... It would show him... But then if he did that, home may not remain his home for long... What did Kazuya say the other day? Something like you can go away but if you do, don't come back or something... He would certainly not take him back, he would be too angry... Kazuya really wanted to make him pay for trying to win the Zaibatsu as well... His birthright... Lee thought that he should not risk getting thrown back in the streets now, he may have more education and experience than when he was a kid but the Mishima Zaibatsu was all powerful. If Kazuya wanted to teach him that he was nothing without him, he would. And he was indeed nothing without the Zaibatsu. Lee didn't know how to look for a job, he always got everything from his father... And now he didn't even know how to get better than that secretary job... Maybe he really had no talent... But maybe he was looking too far now and confusing everything... He didn't have to leave... Not completely... And it may be normal that Kazuya sent that journalist to him, but still... For now, he could not go back, he was too humiliated... Kazuya would survive for half an hour... Lee walked a bit further away from the door in case that journalist came out...

A young man was sitting on the wide stone steps that led up to the pillared portico of the throne room. He looked out over the courtyard complex in the heart of Mishima Zaibatsu's headquarters. He sat smoking quietly, with his arms resting on his knees. He was dressed in a sharp black suit and sunglasses, with the sides of his heads shaved and earrings all up his ears. He glanced in Lee's direction when he walked out, then lent back with an elbow on the steps to watch as Lee seemed to fret about where to stand. He pulled out a packet of cigarettes and shuffled one further out, then offered it up towards Lee, and said around his own, in English,

"You want one?"

Lee was surprised when he suddenly noticed the young man. He wasn't the journalist he was fleeing from, but Lee didn't want anyone to see him troubled. With his hair and earrings, that man wasn't part of the Mishima Zaibatsu actual snobbish crowd... Or maybe he was and had his own style? Lee didn't really know who he was but tried to show his assured side once the young man presented him a cigarette. He definitely hoped it wasn't a journalist but walked toward him, bowed and answered in English as he smiled and picked the cigarette.

"Thank you. That is very kind of you." He then added to somehow put some subject on: "The weather is excellent outside..." The young man seemed not to have the accent a Japanese person would have while speaking English. Lee wondered if he was a journalist from elsewhere... He didn't know since he'd been so sulky about going to that event that he hadn't looked at the press list... Not really seriously... He nodded that the list was okay but he really hadn't wanted to know about it…

The young man gave Lee a grin when he remarked on the weather, noticing the way Lee immediately drew the conversation in a different direction.

"Yes, it's beautiful out," he said, still looking at Lee. He pulled out a lighter. "May I?" he asked.

Lee thought the young man had a beautiful smile. He seemed genuine, unlike the crowd of hypocritical people inside. He felt a bit embarrassed and charmed by it. Once more he tried to hide his trouble and smiled back at the young man, offering his cigarette to the lighter as he sat beside him. If that man was a journalist, he would just get up quickly and leave. But he still didn't know if he should present himself... It would be the polite thing to do, but if he was a journalist... So he only smiled once more and said,

"Thank you."

The young man was pleased when Lee sat down. He clicked the flame of his lighter on and lit Lee's cigarette for him. He replaced the lighter in his pocket then offered his hand to Lee in a handshake.

"I'm Sep Yau Yeun-Sai, but just Sep is fine. You're Lee Chaolan, right?"

Lee held his now lit cigarette and, for a second, he hesitated to give his name to the young man out of embarrassment. But yes, he probably was the only silver haired young man in the place so, of course everyone knew him... He gave his hand to Sep for the handshake and replied,

"Yes, I am. It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr Sep... You..." Lee was about to ask if he was part of the business crowd coming for Kazuya's triumph and Heihachi's memorial, but again with his look, he didn't seem so... But he was inside the Zaibatsu... Not everyone could get into that courtyard... So he was either a businessman, a journalist or maybe security? Thinking that he maybe didn't want to know who he was in case the young man was a journalist and that the businessman or security identity would give nothing more interesting, he ended his sentence like this: "... You have a nice pair of sunglasses." Then trying to look cool and not embarrassed, he took a puff of his cigarette.

Sep laughed. He took his sunglasses off and folded them up. "Want to borrow them? You looked like you were trying to hide from someone in there. What is it- Journalists? Relatives? Police? The three great scourges of mankind."

Lee first looked a bit panicked when Sep noticed that he was trying to hide from someone, but then started to laugh when the young man mentioned the scourges of mankind. He was right... Though Lee would not elaborate on his family problems but yes, relatives could be so painful... Police as well... Lee already met some when he was living on the streets and they weren't very kind toward him and other homeless people, and, now that he was part of the elite, he realised how corrupt most were... And those not corrupt were actually a problem for the Zaibatsu... Journalists were not always annoying, depending on what he had to show... If he was the CEO, he would greet every journalist coming to the party with a radiant smile, he would not send them to his embarrassed brother... He pushed his still growing resentment aside and said,

"I guess the person would still find me with my hair... Anyway I just needed some relaxing time before I go back..." He smiled once more and said: "And they look far better on you." Though now that he could see his eyes, they did look beautiful...

Sep laughed again. He spun his glasses on a finger. "I'd put them back on for you, but it's easier to talk when I can see your eyes." He took a draw on his cigarette. "Hah! I knew you were hiding from someone. Yes, you certainly stand out. Quite a striking appearance, and there's certainly no mistaking you for someone else." His smile faded a little and his eyes wandered back to the courtyard. "Relaxing time... I'm guessing it's not so easy being in there as a secretary when it could've all been yours."

Lee smiled until Sep mentioned that he really was hiding from someone. He quickly looked behind in case the journalist was around before he looked again toward Sep with a smile as the young man mentioned his striking appearance. But his smile completely faded when the young man mentioned his secretary position. Lee was overwhelmed by shame and questions. Was it that known? Was he a journalist? Was it known by every businessman? Should he flee? The way that man mentioned it described so accurately how it really was... He could have had everything, and he lost everything...

Lee felt he was about to cry. He had not been able to do so very often since Kazuya won because he always had to work for him, stay close to him and didn't dare show him how disappointed he was about his loss. Kazuya would either rejoice to see him cry or be angry that Lee dared to dream of getting the Zaibatsu, or he also may think it was about their father's death and be even angrier... Lee still wondered how he could flee. He didn't want to look panicked. He didn't know where else to flee... He could not run back inside... He should try to keep some dignity and try to look unaffected... He turned a bit from Sep and took a puff to try to calm down. In his actual state, even his voice would sound troubled, he had to look cool... He would tell him that he wasn't a secretary once he got calmer...

"When I was a kid," Sep said, still not looking at Lee, "I once got into a fight. The other kid beat me, but we became firm friends. We became sworn brothers even, always looking out for each other. But it was sort of natural that, when things went well for us, it was him who'd end up in charge, and me that would be his right hand. I don't mind it, it's a good position. But I'd be lying if I didn't sometimes wonder, if I'd won that fight when we were kids, maybe that'd be me in charge." Sep smoked quietly for a moment. "I don't know your story, Mr Lee, I only know what my boss told me about this place. But I only have one thing to say, and that's that a position's a position. Boss, or second, or secretary, or janitor, doesn't make any bit of difference to me. I had to come here to suck up to your brother - I don't even know any Japanese, so good luck to me on that front. But instead I met a handsome young man on the steps outside and we smoked, and that's been way more fun than this lousy funeral. Er... no offence." He rubbed his chin after those last words.

Lee's attention was caught when Sep talked about the sworn brother thing. Maybe he was a bit harsh on Kazuya... They did have good relations sometimes... Kazuya often looked after him... He also thought that this young man apparently ended up with the same role as him... Lee slightly turned his head toward Sep, listening to the rest of the story while still holding his cigarette. He smiled a bit when Sep mentioned once more that he was handsome and stopped smiling at the lousy funeral mention. But Sep was right, funerals were lousy... Mostly those of a rich person... It was ceremony after ceremony and it never ended... Lee was still torn in his feelings for Heihachi but would have dropped a bit of the funeral stuff... When his own parents died, he didn't even go to any ceremony or whatever if there was one... He ran away... And he didn't regret not going if there was a funeral... They were already dead... No need to speak about this for days... He already had the pain, why did people insist on bringing up that pain over and over? He made a small smile at Sep and said,

"There are no other kind of funerals... Not that I didn't respect my father but the ceremonies are useless." Slowly turning his whole body toward the young man, Lee then asked, "Your boss sent you despite you not knowing the language? Are you a small company? But we have translators. Kazuya knows English and if he absolutely wants to be addressed in Japanese, I can translate for you, Sep. But after we smoke." Lee wasn't eager to go back inside and see Kazuya. He always oscillated between so many different emotions with him, right now... And he had not finished his cigarette so he took another puff of it.

"Sorry... I was a bit careless with my words. I didn't mean to be dismissive over your father's death - I wouldn't dream of talking ill of the dead." Sep looked troubled, and his frown only increased into flickers of anxiety when Lee talked about translators and Kazuya. "We're small enough that we've got no Japanese speakers. I'm meant to be the one in charge of liaising between my people and important allies like the Mishimas. I don't have too much experience with it. I speak Cantonese, English, a little Mandarin... but I'm not so well travelled that I know how to address the head of the Mishima Zaibatsu in his own language..." He began to smoke a little more quickly and other small signs of agitation twitched through his movements. "I'm not too familiar with the etiquette either." He gave a nervous laugh. "Honestly, I'm a bit worried I'm going to screw everything up. Mr Mishima looks like he might have me shot on the spot if I say the wrong thing in front of him..."

Lee wondered if he should speak Mandarin with Sep. Apart from with Wang Jinrei, Lee did not have much occasion to speak his native language: he didn't go that often to China… But Sep seemed more at ease with English, so it would be better if he answered him in that.

"Don't worry about it. I know you didn't mean to. Anyway, you spoke of the funeral, not of my father. It's not the same thing." And anyway... With how Heihachi was... But Lee would not tell... He was now mostly listening to Sep's fears about his inexperience and thought that indeed to not be able to fill the role given to you was really stressful... He felt much empathy for that young man... And the Mishima were indeed very intimidating... "I understand... But what Kazuya mostly wants is that you show him that you respect him. I don't think small etiquette details would annoy him that much, but you must show that you acknowledge him as the new Mishima Zaibatsu CEO and that you respect him a lot. No comparisons to our father. We both respected him very much but he is a stressful weight to carry. Kazuya has a lot to represent now and the mention of being like our father is stressful." Lee looked behind in case the journalist or Kazuya were there to hear that... "So that's how you act, you respect him and talk about him and the company, no need to digress to side subjects. You talk about whatever you need to talk about for your deal. Kazuya is not a very flowery person, he goes straight to the point. If you have other questions about etiquette, you can ask me, I would be happy to oblige." Lee gave a smile to Sep to reassure him and said, "I would not let a handsome man like you alone in trouble. Mostly when he was kind enough to give me a cigarette and talk to me."

The stub of Sep's cigarette burnt out between his fingers as he hung unto Lee's words. He gave a small hiss when the embers touched his skin and dropped the stub to the floor, twisting out its light with his dress shoes. He nodded as he listened earnestly. When Lee finished with that compliment, Sep's cheeks glowed a little and he gave a small smile.

"Thank you. Huh, you were the one who looked troubled, but here you are reassuring me. You're a real gentleman, Mr Lee. I got to learn how to talk as beautifully as you do. You really know how to put a guy at ease. Respect and business... I know these things well, so that's a little reassuring." Sep's posture relaxed a little and he leaned back on the steps on his elbows. He tilted his head and looked at Lee. "You've done a lot for me, so I want to do something in return for you. It seems to me like maybe you aren't getting a whole lot of respect back in there, is that right? And please don't run off, just put me in my place if I'm talking too much."

Lee smiled at Sep when he called him a gentleman but his expression changed once more when Sep talked about the lack of respect he was suffering. "There is not much you can do for it. The only thing that could change it is if Kazuya changes his mind and decides to finally give me something. After the whole world saw me crawling at his feet. I dared to compete for the Zaibatsu and he won't forgive me easily..." Lee thought that it was easier when he thought about helping Sep than when he thought about his own problems, he felt useful when helping but he felt like a failure when thinking about his own case... "But thank you. You are a special person among the rest that are here tonight. You did seem to care about my problems."

Sep's sly grin returned. "But I think I can help you. I can't change your brother's mind, but I can change yours. It seems to me like the first thing you need is a little more self -respect and confidence, if you don't mind my saying. I don't know your business world, but I know respect. And it's all a show. It's just the same in fancy halls as it is on the streets. No one earns respect, you just take it. So let's go in there and show them you don't care. Why let them see that you're hurt? Instead show them that you're proud. That they're beneath you. Yeah you've got some rubbish position, but you're still Mishima Zaibatsu. You're still the biggest gang on the street whilst they're trash looking down on you in your own territory. Let's give 'em something to stare at if they wanna stare." Sep rolled to face Lee and propped his chin in his hand. "Mr Lee, will you dance with me?"

Lee listened to Sep and thought that his self-respect and confidence speech made a lot of sense but he wasn't sure he could do it. His father always put him down and now his brother was doing the same, but with how Sep talked about the street, it reminded Lee of how he was before Heihachi adopted him. He was not fully confident then but he was more than when Heihachi began to break his self-confidence, even if he received far more material things... He knew how you had to be in the streets to get respect... Apparently Sep also knew it... He really wasn't a snobbish boring businessman - he came from the streets and still knew those lessons... Yet what he was telling Lee to do seemed a bit hard... But he was right... Gang and territory... Definitely Sep was no spoiled kid... When Sep propped his chin in his hand and proposed the dance to him, Lee smiled and gave a nervous laugh.

"What?" Lee was surprised by the proposition but he could not say he didn't want to... His smile grew bigger and he said, "Excellent! Yes, I will!" Sep was right, he would show them all that they could not step on him... He was so glad to have met that handsome man...

Sep's cheeky smile went more gentle, and he jumped to his feet and straightened down his suit. He smoothed back his hair a bit, then offered his hand to Lee. "Shall we, then?"

Lee still gazed at Sep and once the young man got on his feet and showed his hand, Lee nodded and took Sep's hand before he got up. He wanted to touch his hand before to feel the courage to go. Once up, he also straightened his suit with his remaining hand and smoothed his hair then smiled at Sep before he lifted his hand to his mouth and kissed it.

"It shall be an honour to dance with you, Sep."

Yet inside, Lee was still trying to keep that courage Sep inspired him. He knew many would look at them and judge them, but he was doing it for that reason, to shut up those people and show he was indeed himself and not crushed by them... He already didn't know if he did too much by kissing Sep's hand, he didn't want to intimidate him, but Sep invited him first and Lee really wanted to act like this, it was the gallant way...

Sep's face reddened at that kiss, but his smile spread wider.

"You're very charming, Mr Lee," he said with quiet reverence.

Sep smiled quickly to cover up quite how much that gesture had affected him. He took Lee by the hand and led him back into the throne room.

The hall was a sea of black suits and kimonos. The only colours came from the laden buffet tables and the ostentatious bright flower displays. The strum of the koto had been joined by a flute, playing a lyrical melody that wove over the top, brightening the dour but still sombre atmosphere. Some people were seated on cushions set out in columns, others still stood and murmured and mingled.

"Hello! Lee-san!" Matsuo Megumi, the reporter, fluttered a hand in the air, her eager eyes spying them from across the room. She pushed her way towards them, excusing herself as she did.

Lee kept holding on to Sep's hand for the courage and entered with him. But he suddenly got surprised and nervous once he noticed Megumi. He tried to keep calm and assured and after giving her a charming smile, he politely bowed.

"It is a pleasure to see you again, Matsuo-san, but like I told you earlier, I do not have the time for questions now. I shall grant you a moment later. Now if you'll excuse me…" Still holding Sep's hand, he tried to leave to go to the musicians. He knew she would notice the hand holding and say something about it. Lee had often been seen with women but never holding hands with a man, and even less dancing with one like he was about to do. In fact, it really was the first time he would dance with a man, but not the first time he found one cute... And like Sep said, he had to show who he was to everyone and be proud of it...

"But Lee-san," Megumi petitioned, "I just want a few-" She paused when she noticed Lee and Sep holding hands. "..." She was stunned for a moment as Lee and Sep pulled away. Then she tried to push along with them. "Lee-san, do you have a few words for the heartbroken young ladies who see you as an eligible bachelor?"

Sep scowled at the journalist. He couldn't understand what she was saying, but could see her persistence clear as day. He leaned in close to Lee's ear as they walked.

"Just say the word if you want me to get rid of her."

Lee wondered what Sep meant by that, he had some idea but he wanted to take care of it himself, so he turned to Megumi and said as he still smiled assuredly,

"I told you, Matsuo-san, that I shall grant you a moment later. I believe you now have enough VIP people in the room to interview for now. If not, you can always enjoy the buffet. If you'll excuse me again, I need to leave." And still holding Sep's hand, he walked again toward the musicians.

Megumi frowned and slowed her pace, though as she did so, she began scribbling in her notebook.

Sep gave Lee's hand a small squeeze. He looked toward the musicians they were heading to, "Hmm, are you going to ask them for a song request, Mr Lee?" He grinned.

As Lee felt the reassuring squeeze, he turned to Sep and the look he gave him was enough to start all gossip about them…

"Yes, I'll ask them for the best fitting music I can think to dance to and impress the whole room."

Sep's cool expression dissipated when Lee looked at him, and the colour rose in his cheeks.

Megumi's eyebrows were still raised and she wrote all the more furiously, but she made no attempt to follow them.

Still holding Sep's hand, Lee went to the musicians and asked them for the best dancing music he could that would still fit the event. Though the dancing would still look strange, but Lee really wanted to do it. He did wonder how Kazuya would react though but he would not let anyone bring him down tonight. The musicians obeyed and started playing the new music.

Lee turned to Sep and told him with a charming smile, "Let's go dance in the center of the room, my dear…"

Sep stayed quiet as Lee made his requests of the musicians. He did fear Lee Chaolan's older brother, but now that the idea of dancing was settled in Lee's mind, his confidence made him all the more attractive. Sep set his eyes on Lee and no one else, he gave an easy grin.

"It's a little different to the dance music I'm used to, but we're going to set the new trend in Tokyo."

He held Lee's hand with more certainty and moved with him to the centre of the room. The memorial attendees they passed moved apart silently, though their eyes stayed on the pair.

Lee smiled once more at Sep and chuckled a bit. "Yes, we will…"

Lee had noticed how Megumi was furiously writing. He knew that dance would go in the newspaper tomorrow… But unlike she said, he wasn't worried for heartbroken ladies not wanting him anymore, they'll all try to 'convert' him back now… It certainly wasn't the ladies he had to fear… Suddenly thinking about all the people around them, Lee thought about those two policemen that he had to bring on their side… They would certainly disagree… They looked quite conservative and now he was dancing while his father just died not long ago… Everyone in the room would be offended… It was a bit crazy to have accepted that dance… But then still keeping his charming and assured air, he looked at Sep and thought what the young man told him: he was Mishima Zaibatsu, the biggest gang around… No one had anything to say to him… Except maybe Kazuya, but all the others were under him, even if he was just a secretary… He would not let anyone step on him, even Kazuya would have to respect him… or throw him out of the house… But at least he will go out dancing… Okay that was crazy… But not listening to his inside fears, Lee gently held Sep against him and started to dance. He had to do it, he was already losing everything even before this dance… His position, his self respect… And Sep had lovely eyes… Though Lee hoped those lovely eyes won't also regret what they were doing now... Sep came here for a reason too...

Sep's smile widened as they began to dance. Despite the prickles of anxiety in his chest, it was somehow easier the more the attention of the room was drawn to them. A large space opened up around them and conversation in the room died. Only the melody of the instruments and their dance remained. He kept his eyes on Lee so that everything else around them became distant, fading into irrelevance. There were only the two of them, close, his hand in Lee's, the other at Lee's shoulder.

"How much trouble am I going to be in?" he murmured, his tone still light.

Lee kept dancing with Sep and also concentrating on him to forget the rest. He somehow tried to only listen to the music and ignore that wall of people around them. Lee smiled at Sep and said,

"We are in no trouble since we are excellent together. But before we die, I want to thank you for giving me the courage to do as we are now doing. That evening is far better than it was before. I'm glad I met you, Sep."

Sep was caught up in Lee's eyes and smile, and their slow turning steps to the music. He matched Lee's feet, following his steps back and forth across the floor. The judgemental silence in the rest of the room was drowned out by that entrancing act of defiance. Some of that dream was shattered by Lee's words though. Sep blinked and swallowed.

"Am I going to die because of this?" he asked quietly. He didn't stop dancing though, he just held onto Lee with his expression as well as his hands. "I won't stop even if so. I've always known death has been close for me. It's part of living day to day. You learn to live in the moment. And I've lived on borrowed time for a long time now. But all the same... Mr Mishima - will he have me killed?"

Lee realised how much he hurt Sep with his words. He didn't want to show his fears but he clearly conveyed them to his partner and destroyed the beauty of the moment… He felt very guilty as he looked at Sep in a distressed way. He also definitely got the proof that Sep was in no ordinary corporation… He was definitely in a gang… Lee knew how it was to live in the moment, never really making any plans for the next day when he lived on the streets, but he was lucky to have got a better life or else he may have had the same life as Sep. But somehow Sep's dangerous life also made him even more alluring… But still Lee didn't want him to die…

"No. I was joking, forgive me. No he won't. He won't kill you, you are too important to me. He will understand. I'll buy your borrowed time to keep you safe."

Sep hung onto Lee's words. He was quite sure that hadn't been a joke though, and the way Lee repeated that he won't be killed wasn't so reassuring. It sounded like he was trying to make himself believe that.

Still ignoring people around Lee kept dancing with Sep. But after the first dance, Lee stopped dancing, smiled at Sep and bowed to the crowd, especially where Kazuya was. Before he addressed them, he wondered about what he was about to say. He wanted to free himself from humiliation but now he knew Kazuya would not be happy so he had to do something… displeasing… But if he had to bow now, he knew he would be able to get up later, like he did now…

"Please everyone, feel free to dance. My brother wants you to enjoy the evening and again, he wants to tell you that everything shall remain as it was and that the Mishima Zaibatsu is as strong as ever, he shall see to it. Know that under his direction, the Mishima Zaibatsu will keep growing up as it did and will exist for ten thousand years!" Lee was a bit jealous while saying that but mostly hoped Kazuya would not be angry…

When the song ended, Sep found it hard to regain his cool. He didn't dare look up in case Mishima Kazuya was in the crowd. Then Lee invited the room to start dancing. Sep couldn't quite believe what he was hearing. The guy was definitely a lot crazier than he'd first thought, but there was a daring to it too that was decisively intoxicating. Lee seemed so different from the agitated young man who'd fled the hall not so long ago.

The crowd around them was a sea of stony faces. On the edge of the circle was a stunned Commissioner Mochizuki with his mouth slightly open. He elbowed his fellow officer Sugiyama in the ribs and began speaking to him in a hissed undertone. Sugiyama winced at the elbow and inclined his long neck to hear his boss's tirade. Nearby, an anxious looking de Rochefort had taken his glasses off and was turning them round and round in his hands. The old businessman Yamamoto stood next to him. He, like many others, had turned towards Kazuya.

People moved back so that a second space opened up around Kazuya. He walked slowly forward, his eyes fixed on Lee. His steps were slow and deliberate and his dark eyes revealed nothing. People instinctively moved further away from him. He stopped at the edge of the space cleared for Lee and Sep. There was a long moment of quiet.

"Well?" Kazuya barked at the room. He led the word echo before he followed it up. "You heard him! Get dancing!"

There was a second as that processed, then the musicians began to play again, though the melody had something a little frantic in its pace. Over on the right, de Rochefort turned on the spot, trying to find someone to ask to dance. The policemen didn't seem to know what to do or how to react. They glanced around one another, and kept shooting nasty looks Sep and Lee's way. Some people began shuffling on the spot in an attempt to show they were dancing, all the while glancing at Kazuya. Kazuya ignored them all and walked on up to Lee. He looked Lee in the eyes.

"A word, brother," he said, voice soft, then jerked his head towards one of the exits.

Lee slightly tried to see Sep's reaction and the people around's reaction. He was a bit disappointed by how the commissioner he had tried so hard to get on their side was now probably totally offended. But he didn't need that man, even Kazuya didn't need him, they were the Mishima Zaibatsu... He really was believing those words Sep told him... Again the only threat was Kazuya... Lee kept looking at Kazuya as his brother was moving toward him. He wondered if he would be punished or get his approbation for what he just did... When Kazuya shouted to dance, Lee still wasn't reassured since Kazuya could very well get rid of those and not want to contradict Lee to look ridiculed and shamed by his brother, so he also had to pretend he was agreeing with the dance... When Kazuya was close enough, Lee respectfully bowed to him and then looked at him in the eyes like Kazuya. He slightly nodded in politeness and said,

"Yes." He then slightly looked toward Sep, barely, since he didn't really know what to say and if he could say anything, and began to walk to the exit.

Sep hastily also bowed when Lee did. Kazuya didn't spare him a glance, he simply turned and walked away. Sep hung back, and was suddenly alone on the dance floor as the brothers left. He quickly moved into the crowd, trying to find the buffet and blend in.