Patrick, on the other hand, was hoping to get the hell out of here and find a rather cozy corner of the museum to snog Lyssandra. They'd flirted a bit through the journals, and he did think she was a bloody fox, but actually spending some time with her and, Merlin help him, enjoying her personality, had things were looking up.
Thoughts of becoming more than what they were right now were squashed by his innate, paralyzing fear of relationships, but he didn't think she'd mind that too much. Not yet, anyway, and when she did, that would be the time to cool things down.
He ignored the voice in the back of his head that was yelling at him in the distinct tone his mother often scolded him with. Maybe they should just keep dancing for now. Though, he did pull her a bit closer, unable to keep his sneaky smile off his face.
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