Re: adrian's place; dietre & hugh
Dietre gave his head an amused shake at the suggestion of lifts. “I’m not sure how well Adrian would take it if he came home to find us dead of broken necks.” That’d be a great welcome back. “We should probably stick to spins, if anything.” Though there was still the possibility of something getting broken there too.
He wasn’t trying in particular to be charming or romantic with his bow and offered hand, it sort of struck him after the fact. Hugh played right into it and that made Dietre’s smile widen with another glimpse of teeth. Dietre had a tendency to surround himself with people who were almost as serious as himself, being around Hugh brought out a different side that he hadn’t really known existed. It was nice to have his forays into silliness be well received. And, well, it was nice to be called handsome too, even if it made him scoff a little.
"He does." He caught his lower lip in a bashful bite. “Will you do me the honor of this dance?” Here was a line he had read or heard before that seemed appropriately cheesy for the situation.
Dietre’s hand still waited, hung suspended, when he added as a whispered aside, “I still don’t know what I’m going so you’re going to have to lead again...”