#khalanthris

Her eyes narrowed on him, though he danced in and out of focus. "How are you so certain that you won't get sick?" Tabatha clenched her jaw tightly to stop the chattering of her teeth, though it only worked for a few seconds, "The only creatures you would find here that can't get sick would be a vampire, as far as I know, and you're definitely not one of those," 

The steam that rose from the mug had slowed and dispersed a great deal, and the mini marshmallows that had been sprinkled overtop the hot chocolate were mostly gone, only one or two left fighting the chocolate's desire to melt them. For all that, they were half-formed goo floating idly on a steaming sea, and had his attention wandered for a few more minutes, Khal knew they would have been gone as well once he finally pulled himself away long enough to look. 

As she continued to speak despite the fact that it was fairly obvious that he was attempting to escape—or it seemed obvious to him at least, considering this was the second time he had tried to move around her and had been stopped—Khal released a sigh. He stopped once again and turned to face the girl. 

"I saw you hide, just in case you were wondering. Surprise is no longer an option, so you may as well face me." As he stepped further into the room, Khal unbuttoned his long jacket and slowly pulled it off, giving it a little toss so that it fell into a heap upon the marble floor a few feet away. "I'm not really in the mood for a fight, but..." Trailing off, he shrugged, eyes still fixated on the piano on the other side of the room, waiting for the person hiding behind it to step out.