Noir listens to his reasoning. Safe, fun, there can be differences and maybe he’s right. A few pleasures and amusement here and there is necessary and he’s willing to give it to her which she was thankful. She needs some company in the dark hours of the night but then again, she’s never going to admit she wanted some. His creed is definitely a life to live by as well. The female chuckles and nods at his declaration of no unofficial interests he harbored though. However, this makes her wonder, is there even an official interest to resist or go by? If there is, both of them are experts at hiding it or they both don’t know it and won’t know it till later. That is if there are any official interests and ot what extent do these interest mean.
She waves her hand in dismissal of his apologies. She, surprisingly, could understand if his face looked dismal compared to hers because he claims to have ran the day with much, much less. Siwon is still as impeccable and handsome as ever though, even in the late hours. But that’s something Noir is never going to truthfully exclaim to the heavens and let him have the chance to hear her and let himself feed his own ego with her words. That’s something that won’t happen in any lifetime so long as she continues living. She laughs fruitfully. Her? Steal wallets? The image of her doing so brings laughter to the very core of her heart, it’s been a while since she’s got a good laugh. The last time she had one was sixteen hours ago, or approximately that. “Me? Steal your wallet?” She parrots her thoughts verbally. “What kind of woman do you think I am, Mr. Choi? I am a woman of virtue, I do not pickpocket and steal. I just simply can’t, my demeanor is not complying to doing that.” She clutches her purse, not really afraid of him pickpocketing because he wouldn’t dare. There’s a difference between a con artist and a pickpocket. A high class and a low class, of course.
“Well I—” She lets out an inaudible yelp as he snatches her by the waist with his iron grip, forcibly whirling her around to face him. Her eyes expresses shock and she could feel her breathing quicken a bit. They are so very close, she notices. If one of them moves more than necessary, they would touch in the most sinful of ways. Looking deeply into his eyes, she listens to him talk before nodding slowly and then clearing her throat, a small smile finding its way onto her face. “I did not mean to beckon you as if you’re nothing but a dog, I fully know you aren’t.” She shuffles a little to leave some space, or try to, inside his iron grip. “But, I do understand. I won’t beckon you with fingers again. Only words—for mon beau.”
She turns away slowly and clears her throat, will he let go of her now? She waits and then looks down at her waist completely in his hold. She’s a thin woman and by the looks of it, he could crush her in one swift move but she’s not worried about that. He wouldn’t have the heart to hurt a woman, at least that’s what she thinks. Looking back at the male, she stares into his eyes again. The fire intensifies but she tries not to be curious. “Can we try this again, Mr. Choi? Would you mind walking me home in the late hours of the night. Just this once, please?” She inquires, her voice gentle and calm. Both of them have to be careful in playing this game. Whatever game this may be.
Noir knows that and she’s sure Siwon knows as well.
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