Olivia's jaw clenched tightly when he purposely called her sweetheart again. Why did he have to be the only chance she had while being so completely obnoxious? It was a cruel taunt by the universe, she was certain. Luckily, the music began and Olivia focussed her attention on it instead of her thoughts. Best to leave those alone for the time being.<br/><br/>He had said they would 'make them love us', and she certainly hoped that would be the case, but how could they make the judges love them as a pair when she despised the man who held her in his arms? Frustration bubbled furiously, though as they moved, she could not help the appreciation that began to grow. If only he could be less frustrating and arrogant! But then, what did she expect from him? It was so terribly irritating.<br/><br/>"Good. Good. Again," Pyotr said, then proceeded to tell them what to fix before starting the music once more. The longer they worked in silence, the less annoyed she felt and the more she could appreciate his ability. He really was good. Several times, she almost forgot she was dancing with him and not Ben. It was actually pleasant.<br/><br/>Several hours later, Pyotr stopped them with a satisfied smile. "Good. That was good. Tomorrow we work on the others to be ready for the weekend, da? We test. This is good. You just dance like this and you will win! Good. Good." Nodding to himself, the old dancer left the pair to themselves once again.<br/><br/>Olivia sank to the floor with a tired sigh. "I'll bring my dresses so we can practice properly before the competition. I don't want anything going wrong." In a moment of unexpected candor, she lifted her face to look at him. "I really need to make this work." She was tempted to add 'so stop being an absolute jerk', but chose not to. It would be best not to make things worse than they were already. The practice really had not been bad at all. No need to ruin it.