Jean-Claude takes a step forward, closing the distance between them. Taking her hand in his and pressing a light kiss against the back of her knuckles, keeping his eyes on hers all the while before drawing back once more. He moves fluidly, graceful like a dancer. Like a panther. All casual beauty and hidden danger.

"I would offer to walk you home safely from here," he says, flicking a coy smile at her. "Yet something tells me you would turn me down."