Henrik grabs your right hand and places his other hand on your waist, getting ready for the dance, meanwhile you're not even paying attention. A small frown forms on Henrik's forehead as his eyes narrow and he whispers annoyedly "place your left hand on my shoulder" you didn't. You didn't even look at him. His jaw clenches as he grits his teeth and stares into your eyes with his usual deadly gaze. He mutters again, this time louder: "I said left hand on shoulder!"
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