[i]Click Clack Click.[/i] Dante could hear the thunder of angry feet up the stairs and a cheshire-cat smirk spread across his face from ear to ear, though his fringe casted his eyes into shadow and gave the whole thing a menacing tinge.

"My lady," seems there was still no way he was letting the 'Majesty' situation go. Ever. He would make her remember it to the grave. Maybe even beyond lives. The whole idea of it seemed to delight him in a way far excessive then necessary. "You got my letter~" he cooed, a rag-tag note drifting past his face with the words "Kyra ♥ Mr Moores 4eva" in offensively pink writing. Really, he was no better then a preschooler.

"Tell me, my lady-" he said as she quickly closed the ground between them and her hand curled around the book.

He grabbed her wrist,[i]hard[/i], wrenching her closer to him. Suddenly they were near nose to nose and he was staring deeply into her bright eyes. Within his own something flickered; a dark malice that seemed almost beyond human. For but a moment the hum of the world died down to a silence and one sound resounded, barely above a whisper:  "-are you ready to fall for me?"

And suddenly he pulled back and the two plummetted off the side of the building.