"Asshole"
Aaron mutters as he pulls a choc covered strawberry out the fountain and searches the table for a way to stop it dripping. He eventually shoves it in his mouth then turns to watch the commotion.
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"Why thank you" says the jester with a spiteful chirp as he slips out of the heavy fur shawl that Blake had grabbed and with a single swoop of a direct step onto the open floor, he conveniently places Bessie between himself and Blake. 

"What?" He sincerely questions with a laugh, "Who said anything about demons, you misinterpret me."

He tries to move close to Bessie.
"If those were my words it was simply as to provide a comparison for the deep simplistic, un-gentlemanly desire a woman as ravishing as yourself raises and the hidden character concealed by our masks."

He gives her a wink and a smile as he stands tall. "Please my lady, do not find my words so literal, allow me to apologies and explain myself over the first dance."

He holds out his pen expectantly.