Da Capo (Manifesto)

[Adrian Kane]

He chuckled, “If I knew even the slimmest intentions of women, I would be a made man,” he said. Admittedly, he had no idea what she wanted, but he assumed that if it was worthy of attention, then he ought to be involved. Such investigations, selfless or otherwise, built the foundation that was his empire.

She held his gaze unamused. Natalie seemed to barely tolerate the conversation at all, which made for placing her in a night club an oddity. If she wasn’t here for socializing, then why? Maybe the purpose was simply to show a normal face to the world? A play of power? A demonstration of sorts?

Being plain, he acquiesced, “Roaming around this crowd, for whatever reason, will come across more authentic with company. I promise I am likewise not altogether intolerable, but as I am indeed flesh and blood, a bite is likely to do some damage.” He offered an open hand, an invitation to join him wherever she preferred to go. They could remain in the intimate, private Block or return to other side, but he was willing to wager she was uninterested in dancing. Unless she wanted to leave completely. In which case, Adrian would hardly protest.