Bab 394: Dancing Queen

"So…" I began whimsically, approaching her with springy, dainty steps. "I hear from a pretty little bird that you ain't much of a dancer?" 

Ah, what am I even doing right now? Was I seriously about to make Ash dance and spin for my benefit? Give in to my innermost desires just for like five minutes of an eye-candy feast?

Guess so... and I can't even use the excuse that I was doing this to get her to unwind, and be herself. I'm too aware of my own ulterior motives to try and play that card.

At the sight of me, Ash broke free from her cryogenic state - staring at me briefly, before staring away from me not so briefly, swiftly veering her focus to her shoes causing her hood to swallow her head even more and obscure her face.

"Do you wish for me to participate, Master?" 

Straight to the point, huh?