[There's the real danger inherent of this thing between them, however more official it's just become. Adrian makes everything sound so damn reasonable -- so tempting -- and Trevor has always fought reason and temptation with tooth and nail. It's still a daily struggle to combat that natural propensity toward contrariness, when when it's pleasant, and especially when it's for his own good.
But his grin softens, and he nods as he finishes off his (woefully scant) steak.]
As you wish. But first--
[The quartet has slowed to an adagio, and the melody suits Adrian, somehow. Who can say exactly how the machinations of Trevor's mind work in this regard, but melancholy strings and Adrian seem inexorably linked. Trevor rounds to Adrian's side of the table, one arm behind his back as he bows slightly and offers his hand to the dhampir.]
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But his grin softens, and he nods as he finishes off his (woefully scant) steak.]
As you wish. But first--
[The quartet has slowed to an adagio, and the melody suits Adrian, somehow. Who can say exactly how the machinations of Trevor's mind work in this regard, but melancholy strings and Adrian seem inexorably linked. Trevor rounds to Adrian's side of the table, one arm behind his back as he bows slightly and offers his hand to the dhampir.]
Would you honor me with a dance?