Re: Marlene/Alastor
Alastor smirked and spread his hands in a What can I say? sort of gesture. Clothes: all black worked just fine. Music: his tastes were on a par with his old fashioned ideals. Champagne: Well, he wasn't drinking any. Bargaining: highly entertaining when done properly.
Watching as she negotiated with the DJ, he stood as she approached and took her hand, casting a warning glance at the rest of them, just daring someone to say one. word. Rather than leave his jacket just lying around, he tossed it at Vance to hang onto until they got back. Then he let her lead the way.
"By 'not mind so much' is there a chance of liking it," he teased, "or just not hating it?"