Why are you just sitting there… watching me?” He sits back on his hands, a flicker of amusement on his face. “I told you, I like watching you dance. I always have.” He says this like it’s the most normal, most obvious thing in the world. “Yeah, well, it’s weird.” He laughs at this. All teeth and charm. “Is it?” “Yeah, it is.” “You dance on stage for a living, I fail to see why it’s weird.” “I’m not on stage, though.” “Oh? I thought your whole life was a stage, Felix?”
