My lip managed to quirk upward ever so slightly at the look that seemed to captivate Kat's features, momentary as it was. Evidently the thought of myself with other women is at least slightly unappealing to her and I suppose I am willing to take that as something of a victory. Relationships...aren't really my thing, hell, I managed exactly one and that lasted barely a few months before I realised the librarian three streets over had rather a fabulous body hidden beneath what was otherwise a highly questionable outfit. I'd had the decency I suppose, to end things with the girl I had attempted to make some commitment too before I'd taken up a sudden and rapid interest in literature and yet as far as I am concerned that was only further proof of my inability to stay with just one person. At least, that's what I'd thought until I met Kat- my interest in other people seeming to have demised until the point that when she was in the room it would be a miracle if I noticed anyone else and that....that is something that's never really happened before, at least- not to me. I like women- probably far too much, the entirety of my career spent pursuing my interest in the feminine form much to the utter disdain of my board of directors and numerous other employees, my track record with my own receptionists so astounding someone had even developed a website based around it with myself listed as the number one employer for women looking for, well, a good deal. I suppose I find that flattering although really I have never had any doubts in regards to me....abilities- at least, not until Kat.

That one night was never going to be enough and really I'm half inclined to wonder if somehow Kat had managed to do the impossible and not enjoy herself- although really I'm rather inclined to doubt that. I'd wanted more from her, wanted her to....stay. I've never wanted that before, not from anyone or anything, one night stands are my speciality after all and to be honest, well, Kat scared me- everything about her fucking terrified me and yet at the same time she was an addiction I was so hopelessly hooked on that even when she ran that night, even when she just took off after that...unattractive man in last season apparel had tried to.....hell, I don't even know, stab me? Kill her? That I'd still followed her. I wanted more from her- I still did, I'd given her that offer, given her something I haven't offered anyone in years and I suppose her literally running in the opposite direction hadn't exactly been the reaction I'd hoped for and yet- some part of me had expected it. I suppose she just needed time and I suppose I was willing to give her that. Either way, like I said, once was never going to be enough, this teasing game she plays one I am entirely determined to win- one day. I have time, hell, I have a lifetime if this Dark Hunter nonsense turns out to be true. Her mention of the blonde I'd pointed out only a few moments ago saw my gaze drift ever so slightly, a smile tugging at my features once more.

"Perhaps- but I do prefer brunettes, did I ever tell you that, hmm?"

To be honest I'd half expected her to hit me with something, my respect for her fists having been earned through rather numerous displays of her physical prowess, her hand resting in my own a momentary pleasure I was hardly going to waste as I simply moved to lead her forward and onto the floor. Maybe I had rather a few...interesting talents, but this was one I'd never truly seen fit to display- at least not to Kat. Dancing of this sort, after all, wasn't exactly a common occurrence and yet it was another of the things my parents seemed to feel were necessary skills. I should probably thank them for it, one day, dancing, proper dancing- has proven to be a rather intimate affair. Maybe I can't convince Kat to let me have every part of her again, despite the fact I have rather a number of ideas of exactly how I'd like to have her the second time around- but this, well, maybe I can remind her of exactly what she is missing in that regard. Her hand moving to rest on my shoulder was at least a pleasant surprise, my own free hand lifting to easily slip the ray bans from my face, folding them quickly and hooking them into the pocket of my dinner jacket, the blue gold of my gaze meeting her own as that hand moved to rest now on her hip. What I wouldn't give to feel her skin beneath it.....Let me lead will she?

"Darling, you don't have a choice. It's my night to be in charge now isn't it?"

I moved to pull her against me then, her feminine form flush against my own, a chuckle of sorts humming within my throat before I moved to step in time with the sound, encouraging her body to match that rhythm, to find a tempo and motion to compliment both myself and the music, guiding her readily and easily atop the floor with that smooth precision that comes from so very long having perfected this...art. Each stride moved to flow smoothly into the next, gently seeking to guide her actions in much the same way, her form so perfectly designed for exactly this sort of flattery, every part of myself entirely focused in keep my hand on her hip alone, though the desire to run it lower, just to feel her skin was so entirely overwhelming I was half given to forget just where we were. A simper of sorts managed to find its way to my lips, stepping back to spin her lightly atop that marble floor, before finding her hand easily in my own once more, surprised, perhaps- at just how nicely she fit against me and yet for now at least I was entirely willing to merely enjoy this very brief and stolen moment of having her entirely to myself. See, I'm not entirely useless now am I? I simply see no reason to show all my talents until entirely the right time. What game was ever won by showing your hand all at once?

"I would complement your outfit but you don't really care for that sort of thing, so instead-."

I let one hand trail ever so slightly lower, fingers brushing softly against the top of her thigh, keeping her close all the same, moving so easily to that tempo, fingers brushing against what I am entirely assured- is a well concealed knife. Honestly...women and knives.

"I'll tell you how very impressed I am at your ability to wear that dress and manage to hide what I am entirely assured is more than one weapon. Hmmm, I wonder if I could find the others...."

It was little more the a murmur, loud enough for Kat alone to here, one eye lifting entirely in a tease as every part of myself enjoyed that heat from her body so very close to my own....





k o h l
so you want to play with magic?