Re: Frankie/Lyle - 9:30ish
Women were never sensible when it came to special events. Lyle had often thought that the reason men had stayed in tuxedos through the centuries, while women's fashions changed so drastically, was because a woman would always need to borrow a man's jacket at some point during the evening. They never took into account things like being cold, wearing shoes that wouldn't make their feet hurt, comfort in general. They were pretty to look at, but events like this were one of the hundreds of reasons Lyle was glad he was a guy.
He liked hearing that she thought he was sweet (well what man didn't) but the thought of being donated to her date... A strange look flashed over his face, one between discomfort, displeasure, and general freak out. Being someone's play thing, especially a vampire's... Bad memories flash in his mind, blood and teeth and sex and screaming.
The look passed quickly, because he forced it to, because he made a feeble attempt at a genuine smile. Frankie didn't know, and she was just trying to be cute. And he could appreciate that, and he didn't want to make her feel weird. But he had no interest in being anyone's plaything tonight, or probably ever. So he took her hand, squeezing it, assuring her that he would much rather be with her right now.