Prompt: "Dance"
Sarah's eyes flared with frustrated rage, the last jibe hitting far too close to home. She had clearly lost ground in their verbal sparring, and they had yet to move to the floating three-quarters rhythm of the waltz.
"You are absolutely infuriating," she finally said, enunciating each word with a biting vehemence. "I'm sick of your repartee, Jareth. I thought you invited me to dance."
He flashed that wicked, wolfish grin she remembered so very clearly, his voice a slippery silver cadence of amused satisfaction that reverberated along her skin. "Mmmm, but I thought that's just what we were doing."
