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Draco made a face when she ruffled his hair. He wasn't a puppy dog for heaven's sake! "That is a crying shame. You must have a really excellent reason for keeping the entire male race at a distance." He smiled slightly. Me? Tell me it's me! You've been waiting for me to sweep you off your feet since I kissed you on that staircase. "Well, I hadn't forgotten. And you can do better than Chad, you know. Hell, you could probably have any man you want just by smiling at him." Chad? Oh, for ******** sake, if you go for Chad over me, I may be forced into mourning for my amazing charm and charisma.

Draco thought of the enormous carnivorous rose bush and wondered if he could really blame them. Still, he had a strange fondness for the most dangerous and exotic of Domini's plants and especially her roses. "Well, I'm glad that Mr Monaghan can appreciate the treasure that is you." He pretended to be taken aback. "La Rosa? Who wouldn't love La Rosa? Her sleek curves of her tendrils, the predatory gleam in her, er, petals, the beauty of her blood red buds! And, of course, that she wants to eat you alive. Men kill for that sort of thing."

"Oh, don't be silly. Plenty of people would kill your plants." He didn't bother to smile. Her eyes were closed; there was no use in maintaining the facade when no one was looking. "You know, it's prettier in Spanish. Less sinister. La Rosa de Sangre isn't out of the wrong type of Muggle cinema." So you two are together? "Really? He doesn't seem, well, as captivating as La Rosa. I wouldn't think that you went for that sort."

Your plants are a menace to society. "No, not necessarily me. I figured you would want someone with enough money to get you out of this place and let you tour the world looking at interesting foreign plants and, well, seeing the world. Not that you would marry just for money, but that you would marry a moneyed, well-traveled man who could hold your attention and maybe had interests in common." Or, y'know, me, at least for an evening. He smiled at her. "I'd like it if you thought I was that sort of man."

Draco realized that he'd missed something. How travel could not appeal to anyone, he didn't know. "I'd like to have family here to miss me," he said softly. He settled into his armchair. It was a soft unyielding plush and he felt suddenly uncomfortable, the deja vu of a familiar but forgotten sensation washing over him. Had he once had a chair like this? "You'd like Asia and the continent. The US isn't bad either."

Draco smiled bitterly. "I have to leave the country to visit my family. All I have here is a dusty old house." Never out of the country? He didn't know what to say to that. He did know that she was suddenly a lot less attractive and a lot more just a girl that he could ********. "You could use floo powder and be there in minutes. You could have lunch in Tokyo and be back in time for tea." Alair traveled. Was that what had kept Draco for all those years? Alair had stories, was an intriguing conversationalist, had been out of the country time and time again with Kiri. "Your whole life doesn't have to be here," he muttered.

Draco smiled slowly. He succeeded mostly in making himself look like a predatory cat waiting to pounce on unsuspecting prey. "Mmhm. Some people don't like change. Nothing to be ashamed of." He blinked and said without missing a beat (though admittedly in a softer voice), "Domini, can I kiss you?" It fell out of his mouth. Oh, ********. That doesn't sound like I want to take advantage of her. "No touching, I promise! Just a kiss. Lips, no hands." He put his up. "Really!"