“Oh, now what would your elders say to that?” she returned. “Not falling into a life of sin, are we?”
“Simply seeing all the city has to offer,” he said evenly, taking the lead and twirling her around into a passable dip. “Who knows? Maybe our elders don’t quite know everyth—”
He stopped, and froze mid-dip, so that Avery was left hanging off his neck a bit. “You okay?” she asked warily, noting the look of nervousness on his face before flipping her head back to see just what he was staring at. Ah—the upside-down yet imperious looking John Shepherd might’ve stopped her in her tracks too.
...That feeling when your mortal enemy catches you dancing with (and subtly corrupting) his son.
Avery Antonoff, Elijah and John Shepherd from @eldritchhedgehog‘s work: Alternatives.