[Scaramouche stays completely still while he listens to her say her piece--like a 'gentleman'. When he slowly pulls back, there's a sly, self-assured smile on his face; it's nothing like the wide-eyed look that slipped over him as she whispered sweet nothings to him. He puts down his glass without breaking eye contact, leaving the lightly hissing bubbly untouched.]
Well, babydoll? [He lowers his voice to match her in volume, just like he did on the phone.] What are we waitin' for? Let's get to know each other.
[A pause, then he lifts his hand and beckons her with a come-hither motion. He begins to bend forward in anticipation, his glowing gaze falling to her soft, inviting lips.]
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Well, babydoll? [He lowers his voice to match her in volume, just like he did on the phone.] What are we waitin' for? Let's get to know each other.
[A pause, then he lifts his hand and beckons her with a come-hither motion. He begins to bend forward in anticipation, his glowing gaze falling to her soft, inviting lips.]