Lady gulped and opened her mouth to speak, but closed it again. Dante didn't notice as he was too busy polishing his silver-white gun, Ivory.
"Dante?" Lady said quietly and felt embarrassed as soon as he looked up.
"What's up, babe?" He asked nonchalantly, not noticing her body language indicated she was severely uncomfortable.
She hesitated "I… I have to…" She trailed off.
He smiled devilishly, which one can imagine is quite appropriate.
"What? You have to tell me how good looking I am? You have to give me a backrub?"
Lady bit her lip, and blushed so hard that it spread all the way down to her neck. In fact, Dante would have wagered it extended all the way down to her toes…
"Dante!' She whispered desperately.
She sounded serious, Dante thought it sounded as if she needed to confess something, but was afraid…Leaning forward in his seat, Dante looked into her eyes "What is it, Lady?" he asked gently and she ducked her head to stare at her feet.
"I have to… I have to go to the… Bathroom."
…Silence.
Lady frowned "Dante? Uh, hello? Hey, you in?" She waved a hand in front of his face, which seemed to be frozen mid-way between anticipation and shock.
A curious mix indeed.
Eventually, he flopped back in his chair sighing
"This just keeps getting better and better…" He grumbled.
I want to keep this chappie short, just because, well, it's funny as it is. I don't wanna ruin it by added more.