Oh.
Due to his pulling her in closer, she could certainly smell his good taste in cologne. The lady could even feel his good taste in clothes, or the textures thereof. With her face so close, unbeknownst to her, violet eyes couldn’t help but see his lips. Would he also taste-?
No. I will not. Who cares? I don’t. Right, on with this, this game. Games have winners and losers and I like winning.
Sure that her inner self was blushing from the proximity, she let her eyes trail slowly to his eyes from his lips, where she er, wanted them. Purposely delaying her answer to his inquiry, she reached up to hold his cheek lightly with her free hand.
Lovely smile in place, she replied, “I must be blessed to have such a gentlemanly escort tonight.. My, I would think you would know. I have danced with you, if yesterday’s memory is correct. Or was that not the sort of dancing you were referring to?”
“If that’s the case, I’m afraid I’ll have to retract my earlier comment on your being a gentleman.”
“Oh no; the kind on the polished floor is what I meant. Although it’s true that we danced last night, your specifications were never quantified… or, if they were, the list was never made available to me, and I must admit that I’m curious."
Hakuba tilted his head curiously, regarding the features of her face and, yes, that lovely smile. His warm smirk in return matched his eyes as he leaned closer to her, palm pressed gently, steadily, against the small of her back.
"Though, honestly, I wouldn’t be opposed to not being such a gentleman if you had genuine interest when the night was through…” As he spoke, he kept his eyes on hers, closing the distance between their faces, even among the crowd, voice dropping to a whisper. One little kiss wouldn’t hurt anything, would it? He moved to do just that; just a simple brush of his lips against hers, while continuing his dialogue – that is, if she didn’t prevent him from making his calculated move of seductive strategy.
“Assuming, of course. that you’re not arrested by then."