The tango stopped and he pulled her closer to him. She placed her hands against his chest. He breathed in her perfume and her scent, and looked at the yellow encircling her iris.
"You've got cat's eyes," he whispered.
She smiled a bit. Now that was something she hadn't heard before.
"Is this how you win the women over?" she asked.
"Are you always this distrustful?"
"Do you always deflect my questions with another ones?"
"Do you want me to let go of you?"
She laughed a little, then pushed him away.
He slowly backed off.
"You 're ruthless," he said with a grin and took her arm. His hand lid over hers, down her wrist and eventually her fingertips for mere seconds, until she completely slipped away from him. He followed her back to their bar seats.