"Ah, I wasn't their seeker last year," Matt said with a shrug, scrunching one eye in faux-embarrassment. Not that he really had much to do with it, but usually a question like that was followed with an explanation that his former team was the Chudley Cannons and he'd left them high and dry to win a cup. That he might not win. Because playing for the United was the scariest bloody thing he'd ever done. "But we're shooting for a repeat."
He winked, and decided that a change of subject would keep this evening from going in the wrong direction. Matt looked her over, examining the glittery, silky dress drape over her feet. It really was a stunning dress, he felt a bit under dressed next to her. Odette had kept him sleek and sophisticated with his new robes, but it felt too plain next to Delilah.
"Take off the shoes then, who's going to notice?" Matt suggested with a shrug. "It'd help your feet and my ego, you're nearly as tall as me with them on."
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