"It's because you have red hair that I follow your commands like a slave." he'd admitted, as he concluded lighting her cigarette for her and placed the lighter back into his pocket. Raising both of his eyebrows not once, not twice, but thrice for a theatrical affect. It was then that he'd finally decided to take a seat, that is, after scanning the rest of the very confused looking lot among them. He'd wondered then, why on Earth of all the places his dream would shuffle him, that it would put him here?
"I'm usually not so easily taken advantage of." he'd added, as if an after thought, though... that was when he'd turned to her and noticed her utter disregard for personal space. It was not even that she was altogether too near to him, or even too near him at all. It was only that nobody usually sat so near to him, unless they were peaking at his cards or being sawed in half. She was doing neither. Yet. "Or even so willing to be stolen from."
Perhaps, she might be able to tell, with that smile dangling on the corner of his mouth, he was only joking.