Lanvin was accustomed to exclusive things. It is a bad habit of the affluent to search for natural states outside their own cosmos. Like sampling a little of another world. He went to great lengths to have champagne on the ocean and a treadmill in the sky. Treats from provinces in other echo systems, and metals from countries that wouldn't welcome him. It's bad form, in the end, but it's a very human impulse to try what you oughtn't.<br/><br/>And he really shouldn't be here for so many reasons.<br/><br/>Precisely because of this, his eyes were infused with life when he saw her in the door. Little fawn come to her usual watering hole - and what was that new friend with her parents, with sharper horns and teeth. She was appropriately apprehensive, and Lanvin waited for her to adjust to the newness. He could force this if he thought it fit, with her personality he might have to, but for now he'd see how far this meeting could go on social pressure alone.<br/><br/>She was averse to taking the command of his fingers, but he insisted by putting the assumption on his face that she would. She had a thought to reject him, he was sure, but her parents pleaded with her quietly. It resulted in the prettiest submission. She even patted her clothes down for him before she turned a few times, blood to her cheeks. He'd not needed to many orbits, but it was good that she was thorough. The dress was beautiful on her, and he appreciated the effort. He supposed she wouldn't have come out naked and abused as he'd preferred.<br/><br/>She wasn't done with her little rebellions, and he hadn't expected it. After she'd said her bit he left them all in silence as he looked her over. He could feel the tension of the air held in her parents lungs, waiting to see if their daughter was enough to please the connoisseur's palled. It was a particularly heart-breaking betrayal, he supposed, that they'd be so concerned with her value to a stranger, and not know it themselves. Maybe that kind of sentimentality was moot now, when they'd already agreed in so many words to sell her off.<br/><br/>He stood eventually, tall enough to shadow all of her in the light from the window. She smelled familiar underneath her makeup and soap, like his own pillows, when the maids were late about changing them. To the narcissist, it was delicious. "You've dolled up." he stated as he went around her, inspecting her. He was ready for her to move away at any moment, and for her parents to fret, then. His hand followed the waist of her bodice and recorded her skin's escaping heat onto his fingers. When he'd finished the lap he even leaned over her to tug at her hair to finish the inspection.<br/><br/>"I know your parents promised you a good dinner, and while I haven't had much home cooking, I think I can find you a place you'll like." he said with good smile. His hand extended like a spear to stop an intruder, tip touching her throat. He examined the black pearls and gave a breath through his nose with approval. Silver seemed to grown into the whites of his eyes, a trick of the light, or just a trick. "I like these." he mumbled before giving her back to herself completely. "Should we go?" he asked, offering his arm.<br/><br/>It was all so assumptive it was beyond confidence. She wasn't given much time to protest, and really wasn't expected to either. If her personality flared in any objecting gesture, he would retract the offered extremity politely. Of course, then there'd be other consequences.