She'd had no time to be properly wooed yet in her life. His usual habits were enough to register as polite. Lanvin had taken care to seem civilized, growing up, while his heart grew more savage. It was part of that beast that watched her take to the car seat, and wanted a tighter space between them when she tried to keep a bit of a distance, despite the side of his pants marrying to her leg. But she was wrong when she said he didn't know her. He knew most things about most things he intended to own. He had no intention of explaining that to her and let her have a bit of quiet time by the window. Her blush was becoming, lit by the passing world outside, and her silence was pleasantly charged with his affect on her.<br/><br/>When she spoke again she cut her sentence up for the attention that he gave her. There was no doubt in him that he should be allowed to look at her however he pleased. And pleased he was. She accepted it well, too, since the insult she could have felt was quickly drowned in flattery at his approval. She was learning all the right things. Such a talent she was, already. A little lift of one corner of his lewd lips let her know she'd done well in not protesting while he ripped that dress off her in his head. "We learn something everyday." he said, rewarding her compliance with addressing her comment on her day, which he might not have, usually.<br/><br/>The little skin he exposed was also a good development. Surely she was overriding so many reflexes now. It said much about the girl that she'd tense up, but not stop him. He'd deliberately put her in a position where it would be hard, but she didn't wholly dislike it, either. He didn't have objectionable features, after all, and she was young woman, curious and open to experiences by nature. Sometimes, the impulse to run from something new isn't stronger than other natural urges. She was a little festival of conflict. He was sure that worked to fortify the picture of him as a new authority in her world.<br/><br/>She was throughly bewildered by the interior of the Constance Restaurant. He would have told her something about the history of the place, but she was too engrossed in the newness and discovery to be disturbed. Lanvin liked it better when she was too awed to stop and protest. In that, she was doing exceptionally so far. Quiet little bird, marveling at coming to the aviary from her brass cage. There was even a note of gratitude in her demeanor, and he liked that. The place lit her well. It was a hard thing to find, a girl who looked right under exclusive lamps.<br/><br/>He chose the same meal as her, and then tilted his head when she refused the stronger drinks. He'd have her try his preferences. The waiter pouring for her looked over at Lanvin for confirmation, and he drew a casual line through the air with his hand to confirm. The waiter quickly stopped and took away the glasses. "You'll have to learn." Lanvin injected as he leaned back. There was no doubt in his demeanor that she would. As always, she wasn't really given any space to have a say. She chose another subject to stand her ground, and it made a waitress coming with the bread bowl falter in her step. The staff stiffened around them while Lanvin nodded at her words. He tipped the glass into his lips, looking into the clear liquid before setting the heavy bottom down.<br/><br/>"Of course. We don't have to be here, Giana." he said, tone level. The fine fabric laid across his lap was lifted when he stood. The couple of servers still around them bowed. He dropped the napkin on the table, and if she was attentive, she might notice a tension in the flaring fingers. The waitress in the way gasped when she moved to let him reach Giana. He held his arm out and didn't smile. "Let's not make you do something you're uncomfortable with the first day." he said with a softer voice, though there was no fluctuation of emotion to the syllables. It seemed almost like she'd be signing a contract, or sealing a fate by taking his help in standing. Not that she was given any other choice, unless she wanted to insult him. The way he looked, dapper and polite, deadly and absolute, she might want to carefully consider any further uproar.<br/><br/>On their way out of the lush establishment, he turned to her and smiled, keeping her close. While it could be intimate, this proximity, by some measures, he did not seem as interested in her as he'd been before. There was certainly none of that warm flare in his way of looking her over. "Like I said, I just need to do something, and then I'll take you home." The change of shadows on his face could have been a smile. There was no contact between them when they sat back into the car. The driver, who'd kept the door open for them this time, had provided a leather jacket and a pair of gloves for Lanvin. The outwear fit him perfectly.<br/><br/>"Do you remember when you said your day was interesting, and that you had a few lessons that were helpful?" he asked while looking out the window as he pulled the gloves on. The cabin only had so much space, but it seemed the distance between them was greater now. She had obviously fallen short to his standards, and he was filling their private sphere with a crushing disappointment. "I'm hoping that you'll find this stimulating too. And that you'll learn something, as well." he said as they stopped a few blocks from her home, similar social status, which was slight economical trouble. "Please. I insist, would you come with me for this? You're pretty, and I like you near me." This was, perhaps, the most terrifying he'd been so far, because the smile was completely empty, and the vibrato in the compliment was palpable as a threat. There was leather on the seats, soft, and the material of his jacket, urban in design and cut, was soft too. Gold stitches all around them, and polished surfaces. Leather is first and foremost a dead thing, and even if it was all expensive and well-tended to, she was sitting in a little chamber of death, whith the choice to follow the reaper or displease him.<br/><br/>The family they visited was similar to hers, the girl sitting on the old couch was named Brie, a blonde with curled locks, who Giana would remember to have exceptional clothes in school. It would seem out of place for someone who carried herself that way to live like this. Her parents were standing. Lanvin had brought the driver and the hulking man from the passenger seat. They fille dup the little living room well. "Sit by her, Giana." he ordered when the mother of the family produced a simple envelope, so thickly stuffed with bills it couldn't close.