"Hello there, Pitch!" Tooth smiled. "I'm hoping you've been flossing well?"
"Hello, Tooth." Pitch tried to look nonchalant and keep up a facade of boredom, but he was actually quite pleased to see her. "I have been.. but it's no business of yours whether I take care for my teeth or not."
"Oh, I think it is most definitely my business!" she winked, floating over. "Can I get a nice little peek in?" she smiled.
A puff of air escaped Pitch's lips and he straightened and stood to back away from her. "I do not wish you to inspect my teeth.. Keep your hands off my person." In truth, the close contact would fluster him, but he allowed her to think it was because he didn't want her to touch him.
"Aw, c'mon, Pitchy," she chimed, fluttering closer to him. "Just one little peek? It won't hurt, I promise!" she teased, grabbing onto the collar of his robe.
Pitch's eyes widened and he pulled back, yanking her grip off his collar. "No.. please don't." He would be both rather annoyed and rather embarrassed if she touched his mouth, as he preferred not to let anyone near it for the most part. He continued to back away from her until he had hit a wall, then edged along it to find an escape. His cheeks were now slightly flushed, but he hoped she didn't notice.
"Oh, okay, fine," she pouted, backing away a little. She folded her arms and looked him up and down. She furrowed her brows, almost squinting at him. "You are brushing at least twice a day, aren't you?"
Pitch stopped backing away, but eyed her warily as she scrutinized him. "Yes, I have been. I.. I suppose if you want to look and check, I shall allow you too.." He mumbled, sighing and looking down with annoyance. Perhaps if she saw his teeth, she wouldn't bother him so much about them. His teeth were a sore subject for him, but he might as well get it over with to spare himself any further humiliation.
"Oh, so you're going to let me see?" she sounded surprised. "I was honestly just readying myself for you to put up a fight!" she chuckled. She came in close, gently looking in. "Well, Mr. Pitchiner, your teeth have gotten sufficiently cleaner and whiter! Maybe you don't want me coming around so often after all?" she winked.
Pitch had allowed her to look into his mouth, his cheeks flushed and his body tense. When she released him, he shrugged and looked down, his expression dark as he tried to hide his embarrassment. "Perhaps you don't have to visit for my teeth, no…" He decided that it might ruin his reputation he admitted that he enjoyed her company, so he stopped himself there. He straightened and smirked at her, all traces of humiliation gone. "Well, now that you've done that and seemed satisfied by the result, are you going to leave?"
"Not visit for your teeth? What would I visit you for then?" she laughed. She had never stopped by for any other reasons than to check on his teeth. His lair was dark and cold, and there were no bright colours like there were in her Palace.
"Hmm.. I don't know. Don't stop by at all then, not for any other reasons at all. Now that you can rest assured my teeth are properly cared for, you have no reason to." He huffed, once again annoyed. He did have other rooms in his lair that were more brightly furnished, but he didn't show them off often. Perhaps one day he'd show her, but today wasn't the day. He waved a hand at her dismissively and turned away. "Shoo, off with you. I am sure you're busy…"
"Actually, uhm, I'm not busy. The girls didn't have much to collect tonight, so that's why I paid you a visit," she trailed off, looking down at her feet. "But I understand if you'd like me to leave." She exhaled deeply, turning for the door out.
Pitch's brows shot up at this. "Really? You're not?" Did that mean that she wanted to spend time with him specifically? Hmm.. perhaps she shared his hidden affections? His mind was filled with these thoughts, but he quickly dismissed them as folly. No, he wouldn't allow himself to entertain this notion, especially if it didn't mean what he hoped it did. "I.. I uh.. I suppose I wouldn't mind if you stayed.. though I don't suppose I'd have anything to entertain you with. I could brew some tea, perhaps?"