Jack stood himself up straight and shifted his hand from where it sat on her back to place it over her fingers in place of his lips.
"Something tells me," he smiled, "we're going to get on very well."
He looked to the door and back to her. It was a movement that was entirely unnecesarry, and in such obvious it was for the display to others in the room, not the pair of them. It was writing a story for people to whisper into ears. It was amusing to ink people's pens and let them write the story themselves.
He had no doubt they would.
"Best offer I've had all night," he said, removing his hand from atop hers and gesturing an arm out in the direction of the door. He spoke her language (and not the French) well enough to understand they weren't suggesting anything that would demand a different level of intimacy, or at least the level the people in the room expected would occur.
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Date: 2010-01-10 10:17 am (UTC)"Something tells me," he smiled, "we're going to get on very well."
He looked to the door and back to her. It was a movement that was entirely unnecesarry, and in such obvious it was for the display to others in the room, not the pair of them. It was writing a story for people to whisper into ears. It was amusing to ink people's pens and let them write the story themselves.
He had no doubt they would.
"Best offer I've had all night," he said, removing his hand from atop hers and gesturing an arm out in the direction of the door. He spoke her language (and not the French) well enough to understand they weren't suggesting anything that would demand a different level of intimacy, or at least the level the people in the room expected would occur.
"Lead the way."