"A-ah…" Leo whined quietly as he stumbled behind the woman that was so-eagerly tugging him along from the end of his scarf, and wondered what did exactly kidnapping meant to her, he just hoped it wasn’t something like making him carry her shopping bags "Where.. Are you taking me..?" He mumbled as he finally got a grip of his steps and walked along her side, hands stuffed inside the pockets of his coat and his nose dipped behind the hem of whatever fabric of the scarf was left around the lower half of his face as the rest of it remained hanging from her hand as they walked "…I look like a dog on a leash" He said, shrugging his shoulders as his eyebrows dipped in a frown.
Men, ugh. She utterly loved them, but some could be so ridiculously importunate; this one in question, had been disturbing what could be a perfect night, and although she was dying to punch him in the face and make him stop with his attempts to get into her pants, Annabelle had enough sense and self-control to acknowledge that that wasn't so much of a good idea. Fortunately, the brunette sneaked out of the bar by the excuse of going to the bathroom, and as soon as she saw the fair-skinned man quietly walking, apparently with no aim, she had what she liked to call a brilliant idea -- no fucking way she'd actually leave without finishing her drink, not to mention forgetting her bag in such place. Finally allowing herself to reply to him, she planted a sly smile on her lips, not bothering to stop on her tracks so as to glance at him. ❝ I don't know about dogs, but you, sir -- that will tell me your name, please --, are being requested by me for a little task. ❞ She began to enter the bar, finally stopping by a darker corner, letting go of his scarf and turning to put her gaze on him, her head tilted to one side. ❝ You know the guy talking to the bartender now, the one who is sweating like a pig... ❞ Annabelle paused, a disgusted grimace on her features, motioning with her head towards the direction of the man she was referring. ❝ In order to make him back off, you'll be my boyfriend -- or fuck of the night, whatever you like -- while I try to finish that damned drink I left untouched. ❞ The French woman searched for his arm, soon placing his hand on her waist, as she standed by his side. ❝ Sorry for the inconvenience.... Now, let's go! ❞