Clearly, this tactic worked on Josephine.
The hand that had been tightly clutching her vest loosened slightly, though her expression was filled with drunken reluctance.
"Kieran... you're so mean. You won't even let me keep my little vest?" she mumbled, her voice soft and full of grievance, her glassy eyes shimmering with emotion.
"You said I was more charming, right? So why keep another man's vest?" he shot back, completely forgetting that he was arguing with a drunk woman.
"They... they can dance... but you can't..." she whispered stubbornly.
Kieran's jaw tightened. He was so frustrated he could barely think straight. "And how do you know I can't dance?"
"Then show me... um... dance... take your clothes off..." she said in a dazed, slurred voice, the last part barely audible.
He froze, staring at her for a long moment. Then, lowering his voice, he asked seriously, "If I really dance for you, will you promise not to think about other men anymore?"
