When she rose, stepping closer to him, their eyes met and she let a flirty smirk play across her lips a moment before he offered a stretch. Lita nodded, stepping back to give him some room as he leaned forward and up, arms above his head. She couldn’t help it… she had to look. Pale blues flicked over his figure curiously, lingering on his exposed stomach a moment too long and following the trail of hair that dipped under his waistline. The blonde gulped, probably too audibly, and her mind went straight for the gutter. Like, how far did that little hair trail go, and how would his abs feel under her finger tips. Shaking her head at his gentle laughter, however, Lita quirked an amused smile, nodding and shrugging out of her own sweater. “Swell idea.” The dress she wore wasn’t luxurious by any means - just a simple dress. Flared at the bottom which would look good twirling, she assumed, and it was a simple halter top. Sweetheart neck line. Black. Her favorite.
When she was glanced at, she nodded, leaning up and stretching her own arms up above her head. Lacing her finger together, Lita tilted her head, humming in content as her neck and back popped a bit, though she bit back the small noise of pleasure she wanted to let loose at how good the actual stretching felt. She loved stretching after runs. Dropping her arms and letting them swing a bit, the blonde chuckled, rolling her shoulders in a small shrug. “I can be forward sometimes, I’m afraid. My apologies.” The darkness in his sultry tone, however, washed over her and she breathed in deeply, catching his cologne and huffing an elongated sigh. “I just don’t wish to waste any of your time, Sir.” The girl gave a cheeky smile, feigning innocence in her blinking up at him - though deep down in Lita, innocent was the farthest thing from what she truly was.
His eyes caught the dress and he narrowed his eyes. Drinking her appearance in. She did look exquisite in black and the dress really did compliment her bodies best areas. He suddenly felt rather drab in his plain white shirt and smart trousers to match the jacket now draped around his chair. Perhaps next time he would have to bring along his suit.
"Well, I would not call this a waste of my time Ms. Spades, unless of course you have no intention on playing by my rules this evening?" His grey eyes met hers, his a stormy turbulent sky while hers resembled more of a warm summers day. The contrast was striking indeed. She blinked and he felt his expression tug up into a rather smug looking smirk. He took a bold step towards her and took her small hand in his own, testing the feel of her soft skin in his own grasp. He leaned forward, landing a chaste kiss atop her knuckles before pulling back and kicking his own shoes off. "I have fancy footwear as well." He joked in his dry manner, walking over to a cabinet behind his desk and unlocking it with a non-verbal spell. The draws popped open and he pulled out a pair of black, soft leather shoes. Showing them to her before sitting on the edge of his desk to pull them on over his blue socks.
His socks matched their house colours, while his shoes matched an elegant ball dancers attire. He was after all going to look the part if he intended on teaching the girl. After he was satisfied that they were in place, he slid off the edge of his desk and smoothed the front of his shirt down with his hands. Stepping close to Lita he offered her a fairly warm smile. "So what do you know of dancing Ms Spades?" He asked formally. His gaze was intense as he appeared to be studying her. his entire attention was focused upon her, giving the illusion that they were the only two people in the entire castle. The only sounds they could hear was each others breathing, and the slight melody playing softly behind them, although the volume had seemed to decrease substantially from when he had first played the record.
He reached across the gap, and placed a firm hand at her waist. Sliding his body closer to hers and he entwined his other hands fingers in hers. "Ready?" He asked with a smirk, their breath mingling in the close proximity. Suddenly, the music picked up, becoming both louder and faster simultaneously. He took a step to the side, urging her to follow his lead as he side stepped around the office with her in tow. As they moved, his desk slide away from them. Moving due to some unseen force. Darling was not speaking an incantation, but the non-verbal spells were coming across clear, creating a magical electric static in the air. "Tell me Ms. Spades, do you like cats?" He asked, a smile playing across his lips as he glided in tune with the music.