"Yes?" she said enquiringly, and was startled to see a sudden mischievous gleam in his eyes as he slid her palm into his. He was wearing gloves tonight that had probably cost more than her parents’ hovel; the cool material was silky against her bare fingers as he bowed over her hand and brushed his mouth against the skin. His lips were warm and surprisingly soft, despite their habitual sneer. A jolt ran through her.