Louis had unconsciously stepped closer to her, to hear the woman's words with the loud party going on around them. If he were to be honest, he had no real or true desire to find out who it was under the mask. These sort of encounters were made for anonymity, and he was finding himself glad that he didn't venture much into the magical world outside of his job. It made it easier to be bolder and feel braver, when you didn't have to think about the other person's preconceived notions.
That gave him a thought. Louis was usually quite charming and a gentleman in the fullest, but where had that gotten him? A few dates that led to nowhere but a tab to pick up, or having his school sweetheart using him as a door opener to a whole new life on the other side of the world with barely a thank you. He'd watched his sister go through the hardest year of her life because she tried to be a good person and be honest and caring, so what was the point of all that? Perhaps he should start embracing his Slytherin side, like so many chided him for subduing.
His hand reached out, glass having been left on the counter, and took a lock of the woman's hair. Louis twisted it around his fingers, smirking as he leaned forward to whisper. Her perfume was nearly as intoxicating as the drink he'd downed.
"Is that what it feels like? Do I feel like trouble?"
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