Graceful Descent

[Victor Steiner]

He raised an eyebrow, of all the possible responses that was the last one he anticipated. He took a drink to buy some time while he considered for a moment his response. Was that...dare he consider it...an invitation of sorts? He met her gaze, a shadow of a smile forming on his lips and a twinkle in his eye, he replied in a hushed voice mirroring her own. Are you asking to be spirited away before it is?

Of course, there would be hell to pay if he was wrong in assuming what he was thinking about, it wouldn't be much better if he was right either but he couldn't help it. Why not ask questions? Why not indulge in a moment of teasing? For all he knew she was simply playing a game, why not play along and see how it goes?

He took another sip of his glass, his eyes a little more attentive to her movements, a little more attentive to her breathing, a little more attentive to her eyes. If this was a game, it certainly wasn't one he was used to playing.