kaitouxjeanne:
Oh my. That felt a little more pleasant than expected. Looks like young Sherlock is pretty good at this game.
Whether it was the alcohol earlier, their exchange, the exertion from dancing, or whatever excuse besides him having an effect on her, a very faint pink rose crept into her cheeks. Feeling the soft heat from her face, she turned her head during a twirl to look once again at the balcony in longing. Why is this dance floor so cursedly far away from the balcony?
Shaking her head at herself mentally, Jeanne looked back towards him with a playful smile. “Yes, questionable. What with your young Sherlock appearance and how you’ve managed receive my vague compliment without appearing conceited and direct it back towards me. Bravo, by the way.“
It looked as though she needed to stick it out during this dance. Not that she was complaining — it was fun to talk to the charming young man. A suspicious one, too. However, it didn’t seem he was particularly suspicious of her.. More at ease, she once again stepped in closer than the dance asked and looked up at him with a wicked grin this time.
"Hmm.. so I’m like everyone but a ‘darling’ nonetheless. How fun, you’re like this dance — twirling away the partner and bringing her close. And equally practiced at both arts.”

The compliments pleased the detective, who kept up the smile, the dance, and his exuberant confidence with ease and finesse. Hakuba liked that wicked grin of Jeanne’s; it made her far more interesting than the rest of the patrons on the dance floor, though he knew that he could not keep his attention on her forever. Doing so would likely upset his client, even though he was learning so, so much about this mysterious woman and the others around her in doing so.
“Miss Jeanne, you’re truly a master of imagery. I’m glad to hear that my efforts are effective, but you must know that it only betrays your intellect. I dare say that there are only a handful of people in this room that could compare to your observational skills and quick turn of phrase."
His hand pulled against the small of her back again, gently, before sliding to her hip.
"If you’re not careful, you’re certain to attract an entourage of admirers… but perhaps that is your goal.”
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