Re: Dance Floor
Anton helped support her weight as she almost took a spill, but was glad when she recovered. He took her word for it with her shoes and made his steps more simple, less turning except when necessary to avoid any obstacles.
"I don't know. Wives involve a lot more paperwork than children. And just as much emotional blackmail," he said. Not that he was speaking from any sort of personal experience. But he'd seen the way society wives worked. And he knew he wouldn't be able to get any woman in her right mind to sign a prenup. Not to mention he couldn't exactly imagine settling down with one woman for the rest of his days. It sounded so damn boring and... settled.
And while he wished it were otherwise, the night's events had already made him think about things he hadn't bothered to worry about since his father had been killed. Things like his own mortality and his own legacy. "I think Brandon's got the right idea. Assuming he trusts the kid, which he's taken great pains to show he does tonight."
The song changed to one with a slightly faster tempo, but Anton stopped. He nodded down at Miss Ignace's feet. "Take them off."