"No way, he's mine. I can be pretty possessive."<br/><br/>Since they were still waiting for Trish, Dante got down from the stage and went to the bar, smiling at Lyle. Leaning against the bar he crossed his arms over the surface and stood in a flirtatious manner.<br/><br/>"Could you pour me a glass of that cider from the other night, sugar? I'm still confident thats going to be the winner. If it is, then I'm going to take you somewhere nice."