Eyes going a little wide as actual anger flicked across her face, Olixander’s watched the little blonde before him keenly. She was a firecracker, wasn’t she? Well, he supposed he couldn’t blame her. She was right in that being seen there, at her age, unchaperoned, still not out in society, and with him of all people would not do her reputation any favors. He wasn’t a complete imbecile however, despite what she might think, and he had a solution for this very problem. If she was willing, that was.

Grinning at the blonde, Olixander made no move to back away as her face came very close to his. Instead, he leaned even closer and tilted his head to whisper just in her ear: “You are rather more attractive when you’re angry,” and then pulled away to laugh.

“While I don’t doubt you’re serious about that whole life ruining business, there’s no reason to fret.” He continued. “I have a scheme that, if carried off correctly, will be as if you were never even there. Nobody shall suspect a thing.” He nodded at the blonde, pleased with his own foresight. While he did have a plan, there was nothing to say it was fool-proof. He had a lot of ducks to organize yet before the date came to fruition. Still, Olixander was nothing if not confident.

“Do we have a deal, monita?” He drawled, a lazy Spanish accent playing between British vocals.

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