Re: lakeside mansion; hugh c. & dietre a.
Hugh took a sip of his wine, and discarded the now empty bottle on the table, settling back against the sofa. It checked out that Dietre might know how to do a simple waltz, and that was a starting point for sure. And Hugh enjoyed dancing, and if Dietre might enjoy dancing with a friend... Hugh's eyes were on the film, even as his mind wandered through possibilities.
And then there was the reference, and it was stupid, perhaps, just how much that reference lifted Hugh's spirits. But it was a sign that Dietre was paying attention, and it was ridiculous, perhaps that him paying attention to a film ought to matter at all, but it wasn't just any film, it was one of Hugh's favorite films, and there was an undeniable warmth to being paid attention to and your likes considered important enough to merit any referencing. He lifted his head, turning his attention to Dietre, grinning as he shot back: "Where's the fun in that?"
It was probably too much. But wine had definitely set in, or maybe it was something even underneath the wine, something that felt comfortable if he didn't stop to think about it or try to define it too intently. He looked back to the film, leaned forward and sat the wine glass down to keep himself from drinking the remainder of it too swiftly, and he leaned back, and this time, he let that leaning drift into Dietre's space, their shoulders now touching.
He tilted his head, not really looking at Dietre, his gaze still on the screen: "Is this okay? I can, you know, move back to the other end..."