Parvati let her hand slip into his bigger one and let him lead the way. She was more than willing to follow him. She shuddered against her will at the feeling of his lips against her ear and what he was saying. He had all the right words.
"They misnamed you entirely, Casanova,” she said under her breathe, teasingly. Without the noise of the club, he was sure to hear it though. She’d been so warm before she hadn’t noticed just how nice it felt outside. It was breezy but not cold. She spoke aloud and cheerfully. She felt pretty much on top of the world. Give her a little positive attention and she was generally good to go though. "I suppose this is how it works with most people. You use your words against them. I know you'd just love to write a song about me but - your going to be too busy to work on any of that tonight."