He had to admit he was enjoying the cane and impressed by how naturally she flourished it. It would have been tempting to lean in and steal a kiss at such close proximity, having been a rather impulsive creature the entire night, but he patiently waited, silent for a moment. Instead, he gazed, searching her eyes and getting a feel for her presence before it clicked and he was fairly confident who she was. His grin spread at the silent confirmation, thinking it had indeed been an atypical costume for the woman if he’d had to stereotype. He hadn’t seen her on the dance floor all evening, and seemed to be enjoying the definitely more Dominant leaning costume for an evening. Interesting indeed. “Yes? Is there something you, like?” His voice was light. A bluff back at the other to see if she’d act or not. “Or are you afraid I might be a sibling of yours? Dreadfully awkward thing that might be, wouldn’t you agree?”
He rolled his hips, pressing against the heat of the female’s palm. Shy? Perhaps any other day, but not tonight. “If you’d like that, I’m sure there’s more than one dark room you could lure me off to, sweetheart,” he murmured.
Ah, there it was. She was starting to wonder if the male was immune to her touch. “I’m certain there are. I don’t mind doing it right here though.” She said with a chuckle as her fingers pressed against his crotch again. She moved her other hand to the back of his neck and pressed her lips to his. It was a short kiss and she pulled back quickly. She removed the cane from his neck, not ready to accidentally injure him. Her hand reached for his back and she started to move, taking him with her. “Won’t you draw the curtains for me, dear?” She asked as they approached a booth.
