Speaking of the whirlwind, he moved them along, and she followed his invitation to once again settle down on the couch. One foot tucked up under her knee as she raised her glass, to her lips, but didn't drink listening and watching him over the rim. The man looked about ready to start with some magic, right then and there. Would they be shoving the coffee table aside? It really seemed that spontaneous.
Dalton didn't need to include the tidbit about using the component he'd gathered from her to keep her interest, but it certainly heightened it. It showed on her face, as Nari nodded slightly, her eyebrows raised in intrigue. “I do fancy,” she replied, her voice its usual subdued lilt, but with a laugh somewhere in the back of her throat. Then she added, in a faux serious tone, “Just so you know, my expectations are astronomically high.”
They weren't, not when they were just having fun, but Dalton did have a reputation. Throwing in some gentle teasing about that didn't seem amiss.