“Sebastian.”
I looked at him.
He lifted a dirty blond brow.
“I love how your eyebrows are darker than your hair. It brings out the color of your eyes.”
“Sebastian,” his tone grew irritated.
“Right. You don't like compliments. Ordancing.”
“I don't like evasiveness.” The King narrowed his eyes at me.
“What were we talking about again?”
Those beautiful eyes rolled. “For fuck's sake, Sebastian.”
My heart sped up. That was emotion. He was showing emotion!
“Oh, yes. Dancing,” I went on a bit breathlessly. “I didn't expect you to dance because of your big feet.”
“My what?”
“Your big feet.” I waved a hand toward his feet. “You probably trip over them when you try to dance. Am I right?”
“You are not.”
“I don't believe you.”
“You don't believe me?” he asked incredulously.
“Nope. I think you should prove it.”
The King sat back with a grimace. “Ah, now your deviousness is revealed.”
“Deviousness?” I grinned. “Yes, I can be devious when I want something very badly.”
The King sighed. “How many times must I tell you that I am not interested in being intimate with you?”
“Only a hundred thousand more times. Then, maybe, I'll get the hint.”
A surprised huff of air passed over the King's lips—a sound that could also be amusement.
I didn't draw attention to it. It seemed as if things were snowballing now that the emotional ball was rolling. If I pointed it out, the King would stomp out that snowball. With his big feet.
“I don't think you want me to stop flirting with you,” I said.
“Oh? And why do you think that?”
“Because you remark on it when I don't.” I held up a hand before he protested. “There's nothing to be ashamed of, Your Majesty. Everyone likes their ego stroked.” I lowered my voice to add, “Among other things.”
The King stared at me. “I think I like being shocked. It . . . it's something at least.”
“Oh, here we go.” I made an exasperated face at him.
“Excuse me?”
“You're wrong, Your Majesty. You dance. You dance with me verbally every night. I flirt, you stare. I tease, you chide. I go a little too far, and you shut me down. It's a dance. One I think you enjoy.”
