"A fire under them... Darling," she whispered softly as walked with her arm through his, "You should be concerned with the fire between us... I think it's been smoothered by an American Press Agent..." Her bewitching smile flashed towards its intended target before he had her sitting close on the piano bench. "A little help for them, then I'll show you the proper use for a news paper." Nettie laughed and settled close while he sang. She didnt play, she never sang before an audience, so she would be pretty arm candy. A woman to laugh and smile with as he slipped his arms around her to reach the keys. They teased and flirted in an elegant show of courtship trying to give the others ideas on how to make such a cozy little evening for themselves. The suprize on Simon's face when she started to coo soft notes to accompany his newest piece was evidant. She fluttered her lashes and gave him a wink as they faced each other, soon the rest of the room forgotten like the words to an old song. Familure and sweet, but changed to a warmer tremble. The music faded and they stared at the other, smiling and leaning near before the applause took hold. She cleared her throat, blushing as she nodded her head and excused herself from his side. Turning the corner, her gloved hand opened to fan herself. 'What are you thinking?... You know what always happens' She thought to herself as she leaned against the doorframe.