Hudson crossed the room and took the firework out of his hand. At the beginning of the night this would have had him tense; thirty minutes ago it would have left him reeling. But Don Juan had slipped into the charlatan persona now and he could not be affected by such a trivial matter as someone standing too close, acting too familiar. It would take more than this to drop his mask. Even the quip about fireworks didn't phase him; it sounded like a bluff, to him. Hudson was here in his capacity as a babysitter, not because he was after fireworks.

"Oh, yeah, I'm a real loose cannon," he taunted with a smirk. He turned to Hudson, leaning in to invade his personal space. He'd scared Hudson off once before, and he thought he could do it again — this time while keeping the upper hand on the interaction, playing it out on his terms instead of losing his cool. "Are you afraid I'll do something stupid?" he asked, in a voice quiet enough to feel dangerous.

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