Unlike the space that Astrid had given him, he decided it would be in his own best interest to move closer. Was he positive that he could provide an impressive enough distraction to lead himself into victory? Dante was confident about many things, but he was never over confident. He enjoyed giving himself a clear description of the problem at hand, and solving it the best that he could manage. Astrid was an entirely different person to deal with. She was magic.
He leaned in on the opposite side of her throwing hand, knowing it would be best if he kept himself out of range of being hit. Dante was trying to be annoying, yes, but he didn't want to end the night with a black eye. No matter how funny it would be. Instead, he blew lightly on her ear, his breath all sugar at this point. If it changed anything, that was up to fate to decide, not him.
You’d think an immortal creature trained in the art of ballet would have a touch more composure, yet she all but yelped and flew out of her skin when the unexpected distraction was blown her way. Her eyes opened wide, and she was laughing but not a single ring had landed where she’d wanted it to and that was Dante’s doing.
It impressed her, really. Not everyday someone surprised her. Then again, humans were such good tricksters. But rather than admit that, she thought it more fun to swat at him; only a gentle smack to the place where shoulder met chest, accompanied by the sternest of brows.
A signal to the young attendant, and soon they had two fresh stacks of rings to compete from. This time she wagged at finger at him, but it felt wrong. She sort of hoped he would continue to distract her.












