She wasn’t at all abashed by her earlier behaviour, was she? He scanned her face again, painstakingly, searching for some sign of repentance and finding none. She hadn’t even denied the threats of last time; if anything, she was making it sound as though, even now that there was no anonymity to hide behind, she would be worse.
He was bristling a little now, in spite of himself and his intention not to: he knew he wasn’t at the top of the food chain amongst the Lestranges, but he galled him to think that she seemed to think herself above him. She had shown no remorse at all. Hm.
But she was right about something: at least for the moment, they were alone. And Kristoffer simply couldn’t bring himself to be intimidated by her; she could talk the talk, but what were her threats in practice? Last time they’d fallen back on her approaching husband. But there was no sign of Tiberius in this hallway now.
“How could I possibly provoke you?” Kristoffer said with a humourless grin, taking another step closer to her to purposely diminish the space between them, as if he couldn’t think of plenty of ways to try it. If she wanted to step backwards, she’d have to move back up against the wall, or else flee down the hall. Either way, he’d count it a win; for the moment he just insinuated himself into her space, not quite touching her. He gazed at her, all faux-innocence. “We’re not even dancing this time.”
He was bristling a little now, in spite of himself and his intention not to: he knew he wasn’t at the top of the food chain amongst the Lestranges, but he galled him to think that she seemed to think herself above him. She had shown no remorse at all. Hm.
But she was right about something: at least for the moment, they were alone. And Kristoffer simply couldn’t bring himself to be intimidated by her; she could talk the talk, but what were her threats in practice? Last time they’d fallen back on her approaching husband. But there was no sign of Tiberius in this hallway now.
“How could I possibly provoke you?” Kristoffer said with a humourless grin, taking another step closer to her to purposely diminish the space between them, as if he couldn’t think of plenty of ways to try it. If she wanted to step backwards, she’d have to move back up against the wall, or else flee down the hall. Either way, he’d count it a win; for the moment he just insinuated himself into her space, not quite touching her. He gazed at her, all faux-innocence. “We’re not even dancing this time.”
