Being pulled into a dance whilst on a crowded dancefloor shouldn't have been that surprising, and yet it was plainly obvious from Tristian's face that he hadn't expected it. Or perhaps it was the proximity to the other Kindred that had caused the reaction; his hands pressed into Cian's broad shoulders as firm fingers felt their way down his torso.
"You were supposed to follow me," he replied, gazing into the older Kindred's mismatched eyes. Amber and green; get ready and go. There was no stop. What did that mean? "I wanted to give you some time to think about your answer. I didn't think you'd abandon me to dance it up with some kine."
Cian's hands dipped lower, coming to rest on his hips. For a moment he thought to wrap his arms around the Elder's neck and push himself in close but no, no. It felt like an echo of something else. Someone else? Either way, his hands chose to slither down to Cian's chest instead, the tips of Tristian's nails pressing into the fabric of his t-shirt. "Yes, I'm on a break and no, I'm not here to yell at you, but if you think you aren't going to spend any time with me tonight you're sorely mistaken."
The music felt both near and distant now as it moved through him, as if it was here, but meant for someone else. It wasn't a song he knew or cared to know, and even if the opposite was true, his focus was solely on the cold creature in front of him. On those eyes that would not let him apply the brakes, only rev the engine and drive on.
"I knew you were here. I was waiting." In wasn't a judgement, just a fact. "How will you make it up to me?"