Azrael and Cleopatra were so close that their chests were pressing against each other, and Cleopatra had a sly smile on her face as she slowly worked on arranging his tie properly.
Cleo looked up into Azrael's eyes.
"You look very handsome."
Azrael nodded seriously.
"Thanks."
"Are you sure you won't change your mind about your date for the party? I have half a mind to force you to come with me. After all, what woman would want to see a man like you in the arms of another? I know I don't."
Azrael closed his eyes and released a silent sigh before he opened them again and faced Cleopatra squarely.
"I already have a date, Cleopatra. But thank you for the compliment."
Cleopatra's smile widened at his words. It was almost like she had expected his answer before he spoke, and she was pleased to see that she was right.
"Very well then, I won't push you too much. But you must promise me a dance at least. I won't take no for an answer."
