Peter Pan & Savannah Levine
"Actually, no not really, but you're welcome all the same," he replied. If Pan wanted to be a complete dick he wouldn't have said anything at all. However, there was a part of him that preferred having that particular view all to himself. He didn't quite understand it yet, but it was a feeling nevertheless.
Pan chuckled. "That's good. Because I'm not one." And he never would be. He wasn't anyone's hero, not really. For despite his light appearance, blond hair and blue eyes, tanned skin, he possessed an inner darkness and one hell of a bad temper.
He followed her gaze and nodded when she gestured in Kenny's direction. Maybe he'd seen him around the network before. Possibly at the strip club too. Though they hadn't chatted yet. He shifted his gaze back to her and smirked. "Nice to know me being physically abused amuses you," he teased. Pan knew she was joking. She reached towards him and Pan wasn't entirely sure what to expect until she brushed off a stray lash from his cheek. The brief touch send an electric shiver down his spine, but he didn't retaliate in anyway. He knew the importance of keeping his hands to himself right now.
"Alright. I'll see you after then. I'll wait outside." Because after this he would definitely need a smoke. The bell rang and Pan pushed back his chair and stood, stretching briefly before his arms fell back to his sides.
"Good luck with the rest of your dates," he said and then turned, disappearing into the crowd of people.