"Who, me?" he asks with all the innocence in the void. Looks at the seats in the quickest of contemplations.

"What if I turned them round and looked the other way?"

And that too hasn't lost its feigned innocence. Maybe he's trying to be playful, even though he knows Inigo will whine; but won't Inigo whine anyway? It's that tough kind of love he needs to make Inigo endure so he can get better at having an audience. Even just so that one day, he can dance and not care about who is or isn't there. He'll keep on happily dancing, lost in his own amusement.

... but for the good intentions in Tidus's heart, he's turning around the chair and nodding his head at it, like look look, Inigo! See?, sitting down in it and giving two thumbs up over his shoulder.

This is good, right?!