"Stein, let's have one more dance. Shall we?" she asked, holding her hand out. He loved the way the blue dress fit to her body perfectly. He had a hunch that she may be a witch during their first dance, only to be proven right later that same night.
"One more dance shouldn't hurt anyone, would it?" he slightly mocked her, taking her hand and pulling her close to him.
He could smell the madness on her and it drove him insane. She smirked, and he knew she loved it when he went crazy. He kept calm, trying his best to ignore the madness going on in his head as he danced with her to the faint music. This woman, this beautiful creature in front of him was a witch. The very thing he was supposed to hunt down.
"Are you alright Stein? You're slightly tripping over your own feet," she teased.
"It's your fault, you could have put a spell on my feet for all I know," he said with a chuckle.
"Now why would I do that? If I were to do something like that, it'd be more powerful that a sudden tripping spell. You should know that by now. Or have you forgotten darling."
"How could I forget," he muttered. Now she was the one chuckling.
"You probably never will forget. I'll always be a part of you Stein. Keep that in mind, especially since you only wounded me," she said, leaning in closer to his face.
They both stopped dancing, and the music had stopped as well. He began chuckling for no reason as she stood there, staring at him.