"Oh, here it comes," she said wryly, fully expecting the next words out of his mouth to be 'let's have sex'.
"All right, hit me. Let's see what creative reasoning you've got this time," she said with a smirk, though the rest of her expression was not unkind. He was indeed making an effort for her, after all.
He pulled her close as they moved onto the dance floor, smiling at her a little bemusedly. "You should try to have a little faith in me sometime." He commented dryly, before kissing her shoulder lightly.
"I wanted you...to come to a ball with me." He paused, then, to let the first part sink in a little. "In France."
"I-- what?" Now, she was thoroughly confused. That made absolutely no sense at all to her, partly because she was so certain a proposition was coming that mentioning something not that seemed like a complete non-sequitur, and also... it just wasn't very Leon.
"A ball," she repeated. "In France. Did you go get high without me?" It was a reasonable question.
"I haven't been high in a week, so...no." He sighed as they stopped dancing, looking at her with all the seriousness he could muster for the moment.
"My Meme and Pepe have this ball every year, on Christmas Eve. My family goes, we dance, we have yuppy food, we listen to all the gossip of the purebloods, then we come home." He paused then, knowing that it wasn't always straight to Maine they went. From time to time there was a detour to England.
"You could come with me...." he said after a brief pause. "I could take you to Paris."
"You want to take me to Paris?" She laughed a little in disbelief. "Oh Leon, this is the best one yet!"
The look on his face was unamused. "Holy shit, you're serious?" She was, perhaps for the first time ever, stunned into complete and utter silence. She could only stare at him.
After a few awkward moments, she finally spoke up. "... you want me to meet your family?"
"No, I don't want you to meet them, I'm only asking you to a foreign country to get laid." He muttered, annoyed that she'd all but mocked his question before staring at him like he'd grown an extra head.
"Why do you have to think everything is about sex?"
"Because I'm a teenager, Leon, everything is about sex." What had started out as a genuine question on his behalf (preceded by gentlemanly behaviour, for once) had once again descended into a snapping match.
"Excuse me for thinking you were kidding; I get so many invitations to distant parties after all, I should have known you weren't fucking around."
"You were the one that wanted me to take it slow, so I did." He pulled away from her enough to pull his top hat off and scrub his hair. "Look, just...do you want to go...or not?"
It was simple, right? If she didn't want to go, she'd just have to say no, and then Gael would be happy at least.
Adelaide squirmed. It wasn't as simple as yes or no, even if he thought it was.
"Do you actually want me to come, or are you only asking because you think I'll be offended if you don't ask?" If he really wanted her to come, she would go even if she didn't want to because he asked nicely and it was a girlfriendy thing to do. And she had always wanted to see Paris... "I don't want you to feel like you have to drag me along or I'll be a bitch about it."
"I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want you to. We go every year, you weren't offended last year." Of course, come to think of it...He wasn't sure he'd mentioned it at all last year. Maybe a passing 'going to France for the Hols' thing, but nothing more in depth.
He would have answered her, but he was caught off guard by the sudden kiss pressed against his lips as he blinked. When she pulled away he snerked, and laughed lightly.
"So that is a yes, I take it." He said, smirking. "You'll have to get a new dress."
"Aw, man..." She hadn't thought about that part. And she hated shopping. "That was an evil, evil trap, Leon. You're going to have to help me." Hey, she wasn't going to suffer a shopping trip alone. Besides, she had no idea what kind of dress was expected of her.
"Don't make that face, I'll send Gael with you." Which would be an utter disaster, but she didn't need to know that. For now he could get away with some free teasing, and there was no reason not to indulge.
"Yeah, 'cause I'm his favourite person ever." She rolled her eyes. "He'll be like 'yeah, we totally always wear big fluffy bunny suits to these things, you'll fit right in, I swear'."
"No he won't. I'll beat him up if he does," Leon promised, pulling her close to snuggle as he grinned. "Besides, he promised to be nicer, so that would be breaking his word."
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