A Love for Dance ((Kris))

[charrie]

Annie sat quietly down next to her cousin at the lunch table in the Great Hall. The Slytherin table was bustling around with students who were hungry and ready for the day to end. Annie felt their pain as well. She turned to her cousin and gave her a fleeting glance to describe the day she had, had so far. Angie smiled and nodded in return. It seemed both girls had not had a very good morning. Annie didn't feel like talking about it nor did Angie so they ate silently while listening to the roar of the Great Hall. It would have been useless trying to talk anyway. It seemed that with school drawing closer and closer to an end everyone was excited about going home for summer break. Annie took a bite of food and half scowled and half smiled. She wasn't fond of home because her parents neglected her and the fact that she was drawing closer and closer to when she would meet her future husband. Her parents had set up an arranged marriage before she was born. Annie didn't know who it was. She doubted he even knew who she was, but that wasn't the point. The point was that she would be meeting him the first week back from school. She knew he was her age, but that was all she knew. Her eyes wandered across the Slytherin table. She wondered if he attended Hogwarts. If he did that would at least be good news, because that meant that she probably knew him and had at least talked to him before. Angie seemed to notice Annie's straying eyes and lightly elbowed her. Annie smiled and looked back down at her food.

After lunch both girls walked slowly toward the common room for a break. Annie stopped in the entrance hall and looked at Angie. "I'm going to head up to an empty classroom to work on step and ballet, do you want to come with me?" Annie asked her cousin. She wanted Angie to join her, but she didn't know if Angie could or not. Annie always felt slightly embarrassed when people caught her practicing dance by herself. She had tried to make it so that at least one other person was in the same room as her just in case someone walked in. She had never gotten in trouble for it, but she figured it looked awkward from the other person's point of view. Annie loved dance, but still sometimes she found herself embarrassed in front of company. It was just something she preferred doing alone, until she was doing a recital.

Angie sighed, "I wish I could, but I have yet to finish my essay for Charms. Maybe I can meet you up there in half an hour or so?" Angie smiled apologetically and shrugged. She wanted to go, but she had procrastinated long enough and needed to finish things. Besides she had to write her mum a letter. It seemed that her father's abandonment had really scarred her mother badly and she was having a rough time recently. Angie had gotten to writing her everyday to try to make her feel better. She just hoped that her mum would understand one day and stop treating Angie like a disobedient child. Annie only nodded in response and smiled goodbye with a little wave. From there the two girls parted ways, Angie heading down the steps into the dungeon and Annie heading up the stairs to an empty classroom.

Annie looked cautiously through each door trying to find a classroom that was empty and would be usable right now. After what seemed to be 10 minutes she finally found a classroom she knew wasn't going to be used anytime soon, at least by the looks of it, it wouldn't be. She pulled out her wand and opened the door with a spell. Stepping inside she frowned. It was dirty. She didn't mind dirt if it was outside and in a garden, but inside and not in plants it was disgusting. She pulled out her wand and cleaned a large space in the middle of the mostly empty room. The dust, dirt, and cobwebs disappeared and she smiled. At least where she would be dancing was clean. She shrugged off her large Hogwarts robes, so she was only in her skirt and shirt. She placed it on a table on the far side of the room. Pulling out her wand she started a light classic music that filled the room.

Annie moved to the center of the room without her shoes on and took a moment to center herself. Also doing a few stretches to loosen up her tense body. She listened to the music and felt it flow through her and within her. She loved the feeling. Standing up straight she began to dance. Ballet wasn't her favorite form of dance, but it was something that really helped center her for the forms to come. She always would start with ballet and end with ballet. It was her grace that greatly increased with ballet. The music wasn't loud enough for Annie to not hear the sound of the door snapping shut. She stopped abruptly and looked over to see if someone had come in the door. She opened that no one had just seen her dancing.

[kris]

Kris swam with almost animalistic grace and ease that came from having spent days and hours in nature. He had always enjoyed the wild and even being blind didn’t stop Kris from his outdoors activities. He was a bit limited now and he did have to take more care, but it didn’t stop him. Besides it kept him in a good shape and healthy. It had been years since Kris had so much as caught a flu. He had a broken wrist or a pulled muscle or some rather nasty bruises from falls from time to time, but nothing as boring or casual or plebeian as a cold or a flu or a runny nose. Besides Kris enjoyed ruling the Hogwarts lake as the water was still chilly enough to prevent anyone else swimming in it. But after about 45 minutes of swimming even Kris was starting to get enough of it. Kris turned and started heading back towards the shore climbing onto the shore only a couple of moments later. A flick of his wand later Kris was dry again as he slipped quickly into his regular wardrobe – black silk pants tailored for him and a dark-green silk blouse with silver chain holding the collar and the sleeves together. Casual, regular and perfect for Kris.
Kris crouched for a moment placing the finger of his right hand to the ground to let Morrigan run up on his arm and regain her regular position on his shoulder. Picking his walking cane Kris slid his finger through his wet hair for a moment before tying it back at the nape of his neck suppressing a shudder as a drop of icy water ran down his neck and back. A mild discomfort to live through but he’d live. Kris wasn’t desperate enough to blow-dry his hair anyway. His cane fit snugly into his left palm as Kris made his way back towards the Hogwarts castle.

“Lunch,” Kris murmured to Morrigan the one word being enough for the small fluffy kitten to jump onto his left shoulder. Kris did dine in the Great Hall at dinner time but usually got her food from the kitchen’s otherwise. AT breakfast times he was usually too occupied, his day usually beginning at 4AM and at lunch… it was just too much of a discomfort to dine in the Great Hall now that he couldn’t see properly what he placed on his plate. Lately some of his friends had taken up that work though. Kris never asked for anything special and he always ate everything too no matter how much he disliked it. Why let random people gain too much insight into what he preferred? Rolling these thoughts lazily back and forth in his head Kris followed Morrigan’s directions almost absent-mindedly until Morrigan extracted her claws, the sharp points of which applied a little bit of pressure onto Kris’s shoulders. Stopping immediately at the sign Kris raised his right hand and let his fingers glide over the painting until he came to the pear that went into hysterics after a few lazy moves of Kris’s finger on it. Grasping the door-knob that appeared after it Kris pulled the door open and entered Hogwarts kitchen being instantly surrounded by house-elves letting him know of their willingness to serve. Kris got himself a nice steak and a saucer of milk to Morrigan, both dishes having been devoured about 5 minute later.

Kris took a cup of strong coffee – no cream, no sugar – with him as he exited the kitchen and had Morrigan direct his steps towards the upper stories of the school. Most people were probably still having lunch. Except for that bloody idiot who just had to stumble into his path. Kris sneered using the thestral head on top of his cane to push whoever had ran into him harshly away. A sneer and a carefully placed hex later Kris heard only the pattering of feet as the boy rushed away. Unfortunately in the same direction where Kris was heading himself. Kris bit back a groan upon hearing McGonagall’s voice that was raising in volume alarmingly quickly. Maybe because she had seen which hex Kris had used. “Right,” Kris murmured softly turning on his heel and walking back down the hallway from where he had come. He had promised to take Cleo dancing tonight so detention wouldn’t be acceptable. Kris walked down the hallway and hearing faint classical music coming from one of the classrooms stepped in without bothering to knock. If it was some measly Gryffindor or Hufflepuff Kris could scare her away, most Ravenclaws would rather leave too and well.. if it was a Slytherin, then it was a Slytherin. Old Minnie wasn’t exactly the most popular teacher in Slytherin though she wasn’t as despised as Snape was among Gryffindors.

The door closed behind him with a small snap and Kris tilted his head. “Classical music? Either ballet or you’re way behind time,” Kris commented almost lazily not bothering to even put overly much snark in his words as he sauntered across the classroom to the window and after pulling it open seated himself on the window-sill. Reaching his legs out and crossing them at the ankles Kris arched a sarcastic eye-brow towards the center of the room not having any idea where the other person was: “Oh, you don’t mind, do you?” Then again maybe speaking wouldn’t work if whoever had been in here had passed out of… Kris couldn’t even decide between excitement and fear for a moment as he waited for a reply to figure out who he would have to deal with.

[charrie]

Annie recognized the guy at the door immediately and she sighed rather a relief. She could handle Kris, besides, as bad as the thought was, she was relieved that he couldn't see her dance. She silently shunned herself for the thought, but still a part of her was in relief. She watched Kris instead of speaking. He crossed the room and sat down on the window ledge. He seemed to think he owned the classroom. Annie was slightly annoyed, but she didn't let it be voiced. Besides it wasn't like Kris was a Gryffindor or something. Besides it had been a while since they had actually spoken or acknowledged the other. Annie smiled at Kris's words about classical music. "Well, Mr. Graas if I did have a problem with it you would not be in such a position. But since I don't mind by all means. As for the classical music, yes, I was practicing ballet, my parents have demanded the I have a great performance at the annual Bradshaw Academy recital. I, on the other hand, could careless. I prefer much different forms of dance than that of ballet, but it is a good centering form," Annie said. She was slightly more formal than usual as a way to tell Kris that she was indeed a pure-blood if he had not figured it out yet. She figured he had figured it out, but one could never really be sure.

Annie walked toward the small wizard music player and with a flick of her wand the classical had changed into a faster rock tempo from one of her favorite bands. She turned to Kris. "So Mr. Graas can you dance? Or are you one of those men that hate dancing and cannot possibly understand why one would chose to do such art?" Annie asked with a click of her tongue and a raise of her eyebrow. She didn't know Kris well enough, even though they had been in the same year and house. It was a question directed more to present life than their pasts. After all most worthy pure-bloods had been raised for grand balls and society life. Some were not and besides that, she was more concerned with who Kris was rather than how he was raised as a child. It was always better to know who a person had become and what they respected as adults as opposed to how they had been raised as children. Annie knew that from experience. She was nothing like how she had been raised. It was something that made Alice happy, but made her parents angry. She figured her parents blamed Alice, but it was never vocalized as a fact. She stood watching Kris with curiosity and her eyes fell on the kitten on his shoulder. It looked sweet, but Annie knew better than to reach out and pet animals. She had learned that lesson hard when she was 3 and had decided to pet her grandparents cat. She didn't have a scar, luckily, but it had taken a couple good spells to stop the bleeding. Instead, Annie just waited and watched for a response.

[kris]

Kris recognized the voice answering him. Anne Bradshaw. A fellow 6th year, though Kris didn’t make a point of socializing with her. Or hadn’t made a point. Actually – Kris socialized with other people rarely because he much preferred the solitude of the nighttime castle or the wilderness of the Forbidden Forest or the wide fields of the Grounds where you could race wind and even time itself. Human relations weren’t Kris’s biggest priorities so while he did talk and answered questions – barely anyone knew much about him. Mainly due to the small fact that he was never around for long enough to let people even engage him in a proper conversation. Kris needed only about 4 or 5 hours of sleep per night so usually he came to the common room after everyone had gone to bed and left it before anyone else had woken. Such a daily schedule worked for him so he wasn’t planning on changing it either. But he still knew his fellow Slytherins. So Kris did recognize Anne’s voice. And even he hadn’t – the inborn arrogance in her tone of voice would have let Kris know that the girl was a Slytherin.

“That formal? You’ll pardon me for not bothering to reply in the same fashion, Anne,” Kris replied with the same arrogance in his voice as well. He wasn’t a Slytherin for nothing. And he most certainly wasn’t going to give this girlie the pleasure of referring to her as ‘Ms. Bradshaw’. If she wanted someone to flatter her she would have to go and find someone else. “I have heard of the recital. I think I once even went there as I received an invitation. As part of the audience though. Don’t care much for classical music. Nor about ballet I must admit. However educational entertainment it’s thought to be.” Kris tilted his head and smirked. Could he dance? The answer was clear, wasn’t it? Just like any other proper pureblood Kris had received classes in ballroom dancing as a child an he still practiced enough to keep his skills from getting rusty. Formal parties did sometimes find their places in Kris’s daily plans so it was a necessary skill.

Kris shifted himself to sit a bit more comfortably and raising his hand let Morrigan step on his palm. The fluffy little kitten was just big enough to fit onto Kris’s palm as he brought the kitten closer to his chest stroking Morrigan’s fur lazily with lazy circles of the fingers of his other hand. “Was that a hint for me to invite you for a quick waltz-tour? I’m afraid you are going to have to be disappointed. See, it’s this funny thing with me. Whenever someone hints at me to do something I become tempted to not do it. But yes, I can dance and do find it a rather pleasant way to spend time from time to time. Ballroom dancing though not ballet. Though clubbing can be rather amusing at times as well.”

[charrie]

Annie raised an eyebrow at Kris as he referred to her by Anne. Kris was definitely arrogant and Annie should have known that he would lose formalities if she had started them. She smiled wistfully at him and shook her head lightly. "If you're going to use my first name please call me Annie," she said. She preferred that much more than Anne. Anne was too dull for her, besides it was what her parents called her. They didn't know her well enough to know that she preferred to be called Annie. She hated the fact that her parents didn't care about her only her name and the fact that she was a Bradshaw. They didn't even understand her. Annie pushed the thoughts to the back of her mind as she felt her anger rise. She would not let them get the satisfaction of making her angry.

Instead her attention fell back on Kris who was talking about the invitation he received to attend the recital. Annie nodded. Most pure-bloods received those invitations. It was a way to further the Bradshaw reputation. She tilted her head at him when he talked about not really enjoying ballet. "It's an artistic form of dance, one which I doubt you would understand. Most people don't understand how freeing ballet can be, but then again you'd have to understand the concept of ballet to understand how freeing it can be," Annie said. Her voice had a bit of bite in it, as it usually did when she felt people didn't fully appreciate dance. It was her life and her passion, the only thing she truly felt she was good at, other than gardening. But perhaps it was something more than that. Perhaps the reason she defended it so much was because it was the one thing her parents truly gave her attention over.

Annie hinted at a small laugh before leaning back on her heels. Kris had thought she wanted to dance with him. Funny she hadn't even thought of the idea. "I am afraid you are wrong there Mr. Graas. I did not intend to dance with you. I prefer to dance with someone who is more educated in the form of ballet," Annie said. She smiled. It was banter, but playful banter. She didn't know if Kris would take it such way, but Annie always did like pushing people's buttons. Seeing how far she could annoy them before they tried to curse her. Kris was a worthy opponent in this game. He seemed to be the same way. "However, if I do wish to dance with you in the future I will not beat around the bush to ask you, although I think I would be risking a right good hex from Ms. Hardwick. Ballroom, eh? At least you have been educated in some form of dance." Annie eyed him in interest. All pure-bloods were taught how to dance ballroom. It was common knowledge, but still it was good to hear the Kris wasn't a complete loss.

[kris]

Anne didn’t seem to mind much that Kris dropped the formalities. All the better for her as Kris wasn’t planning on using them. Not creating a scandal out of it would only protect her own nerves. “Anne of the Green Gables. Orphan Annie,” Kris mused out loud tasting both words on his tongue idly wondering if Anne would know from where the comments originated from. A book was a book, no matter by who it was written as you couldn’t learn to become a writer. You became a good writer if the story chose your body as a measure to type itself out, if you were destined to write something that could move at least one heart or soul or spark a new idea in someone. But Kris didn’t really expected other Slytherins to be as up to date with muggle children’s books as he himself was, “Maybe I should rather call you Pollyanna. At least she wasn’t whiny, though she was annoyingly cheery trying to see something good in everything. Or at least believing there was something good in everything even if she didn’t see the good from the beginning.”

Kris shifted himself a little while drawing little circles on Morrigan’s back making the kitten purr out or pure pleasure. Raising a sarcastic eye-brow Kris shook his head towards Anne: “Oh, I have seen ballet more than once. But while it may be artistic I admit that I fail to see what’s liberating in wearing suffocating dresses and shoes that kill your legs. And I am truly grateful for my father for not educating me more in ballet. Really now, prancing around in white tights like all the males in ballet seem to do is not my idea of a comfortable outfit nor of a pleasant way to spend time.” Besides Kris would never bother himself to entertain crowds. He could sometimes sprout nonsense or act completely foolishly but then it was by his choice in order to cheer up some friend. Nothing more. And he didn’t do such things too often.

Anne brought up the topic of Cleo and Kris smirked. He still sometimes found it hard to believe that Cleo had agreed to marry him so easily, yet there was hardly anything that could have made him happier. Sure, they were young and sometimes things might not work out – with their characters a lot of things would be fought over rather – but sometimes some things were just meant to be. Sometimes you just had to believe because some things were only visible when you closed your eyes. “Ah, I do believe my fiancé has better manners than that. She would never let me go for longer than it’s needed for me to dance with Dana, Mary, maybe Sam too. You would most likely never even get a chance,” Kris drawled out lazily touching his family heir-loom ring recalling the moment when he had slipped the engagement ring on Cleo’s finger so vividly.

[charrie]

Annie rolled her eyes had Kris for the reference. She knew where it was from. She had never read the books herself, but Alice had made it a present part of her upbringing to familiarize her with some of the classic muggle books, including those considered to be children literature. "Funny, very funny, Mr. Graas, but unlike you I do not find such insults very funny. And do not call me Pollyanna. That one I did read and if I so much as hear that name out of your mouth again I will give you a good hex," Annie threatened. Her voice was hardly the viper bite she wanted it to be. Kris would probably just laugh her off and continue on calling her that for the rest of time. However, as soon as she actually carried out her threat maybe he would stop. She shook her head. He was just trying to get a rise out of her. He did that with everyone. He was always testing boundaries, way more than Annie had ever done. She pushed people to their limits, not past them as Kris seemed to. She just ignored the thought and subconsciously ran her hands down the length of her clothes.

Annie shook her head with a smile. Kris obviously didn't know much about ballet. It was a pity really. So much good could come out of the dance even if it came off as being boring to some. "On the contrary Mr. Graas, I think a further education into ballet would have given you a better understanding of dance in general and as for the dresses being suffocating you're wrong. They're really quite freeing. It's the reason I like ballet to some degree. It's not my favorite, but like I said it's very centering and helps free the body. Oh, by the way, the shoes are comfortable not painful," Annie said with a bit of humor. So many people had the same thoughts about ballet. Really she should just write an entire book about the good things that came out of ballet and get it published for those who didn't understand why someone would choose to perform it.

Annie bit her tongue hard to keep from spurting a cruel remark back at Kris for his last comment. Like she would want to dance with him! The thought was more than humorous as well as aggravating. What was wrong with her? It wasn't like she wanted to dance with him, but what was so wrong with her that she would be able to get a dance with Kris? She crossed her arms the way a stubborn child would. She caught herself almost immediately though and dropped her arms back to her side as she quickly thought up a response. "I would never get a chance? Well what makes you think I would ever really want to dance with you Mr. Graas? I am completely content on not dancing with you, though I would like to know why I am so disdainful to dance with?" Annie asked with a bit of anger hiding within her question. She hoped Kris didn't pick up on it. She didn't want him to think that he had gotten to her, but in a way he had. Annie didn't want to dance with him, but if something was so wrong with her that she didn't have a chance with Kris, than would she ever have a chance with anyone? The question stuck out in her mind as she waited and listened for Kris to respond.

[kris]

Kris smirked and in mock-fear raised his arms at Anne’s threat. While it wasn’t given exactly venomously you didn’t enjoy a happy life if you didn’t take a Slytherin seriously. Besides it was almost a promise rather than a threat. “As you wish. Orphan Annie then and those weren’t meant as insults really. I rather enjoyed Anne of the Green Gables actually. Read it only this summer so most likely I look at it from a bit different point of view as some child might have, but the girl’s attitude was almost refreshing.” Kris lowered his arms again and continued petting Morrigan feeling just the tiniest bit amused. Sometimes speaking the truth about what was on your mind did seem to produce the most amusing effects. Especially as people connected such snipes with the things they were actually afraid of and therefore often lost their guard. Life without intrigues would be boring and even though Kris took care to stay out of intrigues himself, he didn’t mind at all being the only one who actually listened to all sides and therefore had the clearest picture of everything that went on.

Kris smirked lazily while tilting his head to the side and drawling out his opinion: “Perhaps it is liberating for the girls. But I saw dancers raising on their toes and twirling on them and I felt sorry for my toes. And while the outfits for female’s maybe be that liberating as you claim them to be – the male’s still wear tights. And having the fortune – or misfortune at the light of the current topic – to be born as a male I would feel rather suffocated if I had to wear tights.” Kris arched an eye-brow and raising his palm let Morrigan climb back onto his shoulder. Taking hold of the silver thestral’s head on top of his walking cane Kris stood and with a slow swagger moved on a couple of steps. Spreading his arms Kris turned once as if he was on a cat-walk and was giving Anne a chance to get a good look at him from all sides before giving her an almost flirting smirk.

“Ah, but you are the one who was afraid of being hexed by my Cleopatra should you dance with me. I’m only trying to look after your own safety by giving you a good enough excuse why you never even have to put all three of us in the uncomfortable situation where you want to dance with me, Cleo wants to hex you and I just want to be as far from the situation as possible,” Kris lazily walked closer to Anne as he just wanted to see how she would react if probed a little, “Don’t be so insecure, orphan Annie, I’m far from trying to be disdainful. But the question that started circling my mind is rather why does a dance or two with me mean so much to you that you just can’t move on from the topic?”

((The evil villain you love to hate, and just can’t get enough of. Well, let’s push Anne a little then if you so graciously requested it in your post. ))

[charrie]

((Sorry it took so long to respond. Things are so busy right now, but I finally got a response up. ))

Annie balled her hand into a fist in frustration. She was not an orphan! And that singing little red head from that stupid Broadway production she had seen was definitely in no resemblance to her! She breathed deep trying to lessen her anger before Kris found himself in a most undesired situation. She was in no mood to be made fun of today especially since things were getting to be so frustrating in her life lately. "Really, compliments? I guess I'll have to go out and read a few more of those muggle books to get Anne of Green Gables as a compliment," Annie said with a bite. She didn't address the Orphan Annie comment. She suspected if she did Kris would use that more often. She didn't want to have a permanent nickname by him, especially one that called her an orphan. Really, though, the reason it bothered her the most was the fact that she had in a way considered herself an orphan when she talked to Alice about her parents. Her parents didn't raise her. They hardly even acknowledged her existence and so she had called herself an orphan several times, but that had been her and not Kris.

Annie crossed her arms as she listened to Kris. "Maybe you considered it unfortunate because you lack the talent to become a ballet dancer. Oh, yes you may be able to dance Mr. Graas, but that does not mean you're good enough to make it in the Bradshaw Academy," she said. She watched Kris stand and spin, but refused to actually acknowledge anything else. He may think himself a dancer and he may know how to dance, but that did not make one a real dancer. Her frustration with him was reaching a boiling point. She knew that if he made fun of something else about her she would probably just give him a good hex to remind him not to tease her. On the other hand she was trying to come up with the reason why he was affecting her so. Maybe it was because she didn't socialize much with people and now that she was finally making an attempt she was being made fun of. Or maybe it was because she was not in the mood to deal with anyone and especially someone that was content on teasing her.

Annie froze slightly as Kris moved toward her. She wasn't going to back down from him, but in reality she couldn't stand the look. It was a good thing he couldn't see her, because her own reaction was a flighty one. She wanted to be as far from Kris as possible, but she was not going to move. That's when he said it. Not only did he refer to her as Orphan Annie again, but now he wanted to know why she wasn't dropping the topic. She opened her mouth to respond, but closed it again. It was a good question even if she didn't want to admit it. She searched for a response quickly and then opened her mouth again. "My own safety Mr. Graas? Well, then I thank you for caring, but really my safety is not the one I'd be worrying about right now. And as for calling me Orphan Annie," she said as her voice began to vibrate with anger. "I would not use that name either. I am not an orphan as you know and just because my hair is somewhat read does not make me that little girl from that stupid play. AND I AM NOT INSECURE! I am perfectly secure in everything I do. As for dancing with you. I don't want to and the reason I haven't dropped the topic is because I want to know what is wrong with me as to why I could not warrant a dance from you if I wanted one."

[kris]

Kris tilted his head and smirked a little. He had entered only to avoid running into some professor. Cleo would have his hide if Kris got stuck in detention today and even though he had a lot of personality mistakes, Kris did not skip punishments he had deserved. And quite frankly Kris had been assigned to a lot less detentions than he actually deserved. He was far from being a good student. True, he was quick and if he worked, his work was always impeccable. But that was where the problem was. Kris only worked when he himself bothered to. “Maybe you should,” Kris willingly agreed with Anne leaving it to the girl herself to decide whether that was said as a bit of a snipe at her sense of humour or whether that was just said to help the conversations along and avoid uncomfortable silence.

Kris suppressed the desire to laugh out loud at Anne. If she took Kris’s comments for insults then Kris didn’t want to see what she would do when Kris just out right laughed in her face. “I know I wouldn’t,” Kris said simply waving the comment away after taking a moment to swallow his laughter, “But then again I have never aimed to have the career of an entertainer.” Really now, Kris most certainly didn’t want to prance around on stages and amusing others. He’d much rather let others amuse him – like Anne was currently doing – and pay for it. Ah, the benefits of being rich.
“And May I point out that you were the one who mentioned my fiancé first? She most surely prefers it when I dance with her rather than with someone else I must admit. So possessive of her, but what can I do?” Kris drawled out lazily with a slightly arched eye-brow before turning on his heel and walking back to the window where he seated himself on the window-sill once again. If Anne wanted to get rid of him, she would have to physically throw him out which might not be that much of an easy task.

Kris blinked behind his sunglasses. He knew very well that Anne wasn’t an orphan but he hadn’t expected this much of a reaction. Troubles at home? Who knew, but it might be interesting to work out. How far to push the girl though? She had already threatened Kris’s security. “So touchy about two simple words. There’s no need to yell, Annie,” Kris said almost softly as he smirked wondering if Anne would catch the slight change he put into her name or not. Who knew what else could swim up thanks to a few words.