The soft lilting harmony of the music carried on the warm, Parisian winds -- his black, felt ears folded pleasantly against the sound of the outdoor performance. He was grateful for the mild weather that allowed the players from the local opera house to put it on in the public gardens ; almost as grateful as he was that they happened to be doing so on the eve of his scheduled patrol, so that he found himself here enjoying it ...with the one person he would rather enjoy it with than anyone else in the world.
Ladybug.
❝ – talented, aren’t they? It’d be a shame to waste such a beautiful song. ❞
He quipped with a suggestive smile. Spurred by the romantic aria and his own usual sense of flirtatious humor, he hopped up from his seated position and bowed deeply, extending a gloved hand out towards his partner with a roguish grin.
❝ – may I have this dance, milady?~ ❞
