Patrick snickered a bit at Kiri’s taunts, he had worked with her on many shoots and he saw the second glance had more than just the photographer’s eye to it.<strong>“Ae course Ah make it tae easy fur ye, that’s ma job Kiri, ae huv ye forgotten that, perhaps yer mind is elsewhere,”</strong>he said to her with a wink.<br/><br/>He smiled as he watched the bashful Talia get rid of the heels and slip into ballet flats, he wondered if she was a dancer as well as an artist as she stood and remarked to Kiri. At Kiri’s instructions he glided across the floor almost like a caged predator looking for a meal, or perhaps a prince to his princess, his unique style could be interpreted either way depending on what the observer was thinking, and so far he has found that only Kiri has been able to capture his interpretation on film correctly with any consistency.<br/><br/>As he moved into Talia he thought that he would have a little fun with her shyness, and who knows, maybe get her to loosen up a little bit, after all you can’t model for the camera wrapped up like a newspaper on a Sunday morning porch.<strong>“Ye heard the photographer, she wid like me tae lead, may Ah huv this dance Madame?”</strong><br/><br/>He reached out and took her hand gently but forcefully and pulled her arm around his back and then placed his at the small of her back pulling her in close, then took her other hand in his holding it up and began a slow swaying dance to the beat coming from Kiri’s radio as he looked down into Talia dark eyes, smiling.  His practiced manner made it seem that he was deeply in love with the woman and that she had captured his heart in her soul,  but Patrick knew better, it was all an act before the camera to him – he just had to0 remind himself of that occasionally.<br/>