As their dance came to an end and Devrim made his way back to where he had left Isabelle, he saw that she wasn't there. He looked around to see where she was and saw that she had made her way into the dance and was dancing with someone. Normally, Devrim wouldn't have cared she was dancing with someone, but he quickly recognized the man as Theodore Maxwell. One of the leaders of a mafia. Devrim and Theodore were once friends, but that quickly became quite the opposite. Now Devim and Theodore were rivals, and many knew this. Although in a setting like this they were supposed to stay formal and save face. Devrim eyed them carefully and walked over, keeping his cool. As he came up to them, he cleared his throat. At first, Theodore had ignored him. Isabelle looked over to Devrim and smiled. Devrim gave her a smile and looked back to Theodore.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Theodore."</span>He said. Theodore looked over to Devrim, breaking from the dance yet keeping an arm around Isabelle's waist.<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"><br/>
"Devrim, I didn't notice you there."</span>He gave Devrim a sly smile. Devrim nodded, his gaze seeming to pierce through his front. There seemed to be some sort of tension in the air surrounding them as they stood there, and Devrim noticed Isabelle step away from Theodore and thanked him for the dance. As Isabelle stepped closer to Devrim,  Theodore also stepped close as well. Uncomfortably close to Devrim which would almost be seen as threatening.  Devrim stood his ground and looked him dead in the eyes. Theodore whispered to him,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">"Keep her close old friend, wouldn't want anything to happen to her now do we?"</span>Theodore stepped back and walked away,  Devrim glared at him as he waked off and then straightened his expression before turning to Isabelle.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"See you met Theodore. He's...not a good guy."</span>Devrim said and sighed.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Anyway, how about a dance? It'd be a crime to leave without a dance."</span>He gave her a smile and held his hand out for her. As she took his hands and they got close, he placed his hands where they were supposed to go, yet kept them where he would think she was comfortable with. They then began to dance. Swaying side to side slowly to the music. Devrim smiled as he kept his gaze on her. Taking in all of her features. The last time they were this close was when they were in the grapple training. With the closeness and current atmosphere, Devrim couldn't help but whisper to Isabelle.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Like the party?"</span>He asked her. He had enjoyed the party...for the most part.<br/><br/>Isabelle responded with the party being enlightening. Devrim nodded. She had learned quite a bit about their world coming here. As the conversation slowly continued, Devrim eventually said<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"You look beautiful."</span>As he said the words, it seemed that Isabelle had blushed and a soft thank you came out of her mouth. Devrim smiled and continued to dance until they had decided to leave. Devrim held his arm out for isabelle to take once more and they made their way to the car. Once they got in, Devrim took her back to his penthouse. She would be able to change out of her dress and perhaps then he'd take her home. As they entered the house, Devrim glanced at his watch. The current time was 12:41 AM. Devrim raised an eyebrow. It was that late already? Hmm. Devrim looked to Isabelle.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"It's pretty late now. If you would like, you may sleep here. I don't have a guest room, never needed one before. But if you want you can sleep in my room. I'll just make myself comfortable on the couch."</span>He gave her a smile and nodded. Of course, he would drop her off back to the warehouse if she wanted. He just wanted to give her this option in case she was tired.