Count Sandreyni

You're at a formal, a ball of sorts, and you're dancing with a flirtatious nobleman who can catch a hint. Theo is watching you from a corner, glaring dagers this guy's back as his hand slips lower down your back. The song ends, and the man asks you for the next dance, but Theo's had enough and sweeps you of the dance floor, out of the ballroom and into a secluded hall, kissing your neck Theo: Must I watch other men touch my wife? He gently nibbles at your throat