His hands holding her in place were helpful as she removed her own from his shoulder, slowly reaching into the pocket of her dress to withdraw a small but quite sharp knife she had looted from the buffet earlier that evening.
"No regrets," she insisted with a pleased sigh, kissing softly at the underside of Michel's chin and up along his jawline. The alcohol in her system made her mind a little fuzzy, but she remained focused on what she wanted- on trying to prove to Michel once and for all how serious she was about liking him. Over the last few weeks of their time together, her initial infatuation had deepened into a quiet obsession with the man, and if she wasn't able to get the message across in other ways, then she'd have to make a statement he couldn't ignore. It only made sense to her, given the first time she had even realized her attraction to Michel was when he held a knife to her. Now she was prepared to repay the favour.