Piotr loved watching her happy, watching her smile and laugh and be filled with such joy and enthusiasm. It made his heart swell and his eyes glimmer, and he bounced on his feet as he watched it, a quiet shadow.
At the club, he drank lightly, wanting to be sure to make this a wonderful night for her. His leg was pressed against one of Kitty's and he felt a surge of warmth at her words.
"I am glad you enjoy it, Katya. You deserve joy and fantastic nights."
His words were soft, even shouted, and his eyes, uninterested in the wild crowd, were only on her.