She pierced him with an even more intense gaze and it finally made him agree with her.
“Only if you promise to not go to sleep again. Wehave work to do.”
“Just put me down,” Violette grumbled.
But he'd done no move, staring at her and waiting for the answer.
“Fine, yes. I'll do whatever you say.”
“Oh, really?” His mouth curled into a smirk. “Whatever I say?”
“I can't with you,” she puffed and her feet touched the floor.
“I see you really don't like to get up.”
“Yes, exactly, I don't like to be woken up by someone in the middle of the–”
Violette's gaze drooled to the window to check the time, and only met darkness. It was unlikely the sun would rise any time soon, and while she might claim she missed the sunlight, that wasn’t entirely honest. The sun remained oblivious to all misdeeds she’d committed over the past week, but the stars, the moon were different. They knew, they saw; they felt more like confidants, keeping her secrets hidden from the daylight.
“Give me a second,” she yawned, stretching, “to dress.”
“You have a right to do whatever you want,” he sang and plopped down on her bed, throwing his hands behind his head.
“I said out.” Her finger pointed at the door.
He raised his hands in surrender and stalked to the exit.
“Call me when you're ready.”
Violetteshookthe last remnants of the doze away as she sat on the bed.
“I just want to remind you: if you can sleep less than humans it doesn't mean I can,” she murmured, trying to focus.
“I won't keep you up all night…unless you ask about it.”
“Oh, believe me, that is the least that I want,” she waved. A drowsy deep yawn escaped her mouth, making her wholly stretch. “Why didn't you say about it earlier? I thought we were done for tonight.”
“I didn't say good night.”
She side-eyed him. “It's your regular behavior.”
“Then maybe it was just an excuse to see this pinch between your brows,” his lips stretched in a grin.
Violette frowned.
“Anyway, what’s now? What you wanted to teach me, uh, the master and expert of noble society?” she taunted, leaning with her palms on the bed.
“I might impress you a little.” A restrained smile came across his face, while his fingers reached to a music box with a little gramophone inside on the fireplace. The enchanting and soothing melody began to play, filling the room with new colors.
“Why do we need music?” Violette wondered.
“Did you ever hear what people do at balls?”
“I know about the dancing part. Don't say you will teach me how to dance.” She waved her hand, not believing this creature knew at least something about ballroom dancing, despite how gracefully he'd moved.
“Do you know how to dance?” he asked, ignoring her bitterness.
“I–” she started but then paused. “Not really. I mean, I think I know something about it but I didn't really practice anything.”
