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[color=#CAA276]"Volfango will just have to repay your generosity later then."[/color] He had found himself a most dangerous partner tonight. The fact she would call that sweet told him plenty, not that he wouldn't mind rougher play. Volfango would take her making an exception for him as a good sign regardless. 

He raised a perfectly trimmed brow to her statement. An old flame. Now that was interesting and made the potential all the more desirable. [color=#CAA276]"Volfango thinks the two of us shall have to jog her memory."[/color]

His hand spread across Lys's back, fingers dipping around the edge of her curves. Volfango's steps were smooth and precise, gliding along the floor. His clothes glimmering under the passing lights as he walked up to Angel. All the while his own magic wove into the trail left behind by his new queen. Powering it. Accentuating it further. He wanted to fan the flames of her wildfire and see what remained in the ashes.

Beams of lights spread across the dancers, shifting colors just as quickly as they shifted positions on the dance floor. The magic spun by the two Fae making the other patrons moves heated and intense. The loud music made the skin tingle with vibrations as it nearly drowned out all other sounds.

His golden eyes never lost track of Angel through the chaotic movement of the crowd and his hand remained attached to Lys in one position or another. Unlike the other one who had approached her, Volfango did not wait for his nerves to steady. 

[color=#CAA276]"You may excuse Volfango, but he can not simply watch when such beauty is before him. Perhaps we may join you?"[/color] His voice rolled with the words, harboring no subtle magics to accentuate it or tempt. Cassanova as he was, Volfango didn't like for his close or intimate relationships to be built on a foundation that wasn't strong in the first place. He was not his father. He did not need cheap tricks to get what he wanted. 

For Volfango was a deeply hedonistic and greedy Fae. There was much he desired and he wanted it get it his way. Goals laid down way before his self-exodus from his father's estate. Dreams he had laid the groundwork for brick by brick for decades. None of that mattered gazing upon Angel, Lys possessively latched to his side. [color=#CAA276]"Volfango will make this night one to remember, just the way you want it."[/color] He added, sliding a finger up the spine of Lys's back.