<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic">She changed in that moment.<br/>He saw her go from a swan to an ugly ducking.<br/>Depression started to dance instantly in her aura.<br/>Her captor was outside.<br/>This did not sit well with the bard, not one bit.<br/><br/>“Evening.”<br/><br/>He'd simply say with his most charming smile.<br/>He moved from the darkened corner of the studio so what little light there was would dance across his skin.<br/>It made him look, well intimidating, shadow and light danced as belongs in perfect opposition on the pale canvas. <br/><br/>“She has been with me the entire night.”<br/><br/>He offered with the most impish of smiles.<br/>His steps bringing him between the dancer and this Marcus. <br/>Anthony wasn't imposing, he stood five feet nine inches. <br/>He wasn't built, and he looked frail to the touch.<br/>No one should be scare of him...well most of the time anyway.<br/><br/>“She is a grown woman...I did not know she needed to be kept on a leash.”<br/><br/>Yes he was being snarky right off the bat.<br/>There was no fear in this creature, nothing to hide as hazel eyes gleamed with impish intent.<br/>He hoped he was giving her strength.<br/>If not he would read her, and shift if needed.</span></div>