She had to take a double take when she saw him at the ball. Lifting a finger to silence him, she would vehemently declare —
"Whoever you think that I am, I am not. And whoever I think that you are, I will not name you, I will not exchange curtsies with you, and I will not say no if you invite me to a dance. Scratch that - I'm inviting you."
She extended her hand towards him.
"Dance with me, Paimon- damn it." Hand would clench into a tight fist. She just broke her own rules!
the intricate jewelry adorning his limbs jingles with each step , a warning beneath the delicate music that flows around them. in a sea full of demons & angels alike he's easily discernible with such a familiar , looming silhouette. / like a sharpened sword on display , a pretty threat. recognition's immediate & paimon has to suppress the instinctive urge to bow at her words , settling instead for an incline of his head to listen.
" ohohoot. how can i say no to such a compelling offer ? " more like a telling rather than an offer , but paimon certainly isn't going to deny her this. despite the pristine line of his shoulders , he's acutely aware of everything & there is some semblance of safety & warmth in familiarity one way or another.
amusement shimmers on his face as he takes her hand to lead her towards the dance floor , waiting until they've fallen in step to speak further. " hmm , it's good to not see you , stranger. " far be it for him to fail the charade too !
