"Well, you managed it perfectly," he hummed, his eyes darting down her form, the strappy dress hugging those subtle curves as if it were made for her.
He nodded to the other occupants of the booth before resting his hand against her lower back and guiding her gently into the booth. Once she was settled, he sat, slouching slightly and resting the ankle of one leg on the knee of the other, his free arm stretched across the back of the seat, not quite draping over her shoulders, and brought his class up to his lips, taking a sip of it.
"I'm ever so glad you decided to venture out tonight," he said lowly, his head tipped toward hers, though his eyes skimmed the club still, watching others as they cast curious glances their way. It was always a thrill, knowing they were thinking about him, talking about him.