"You're annoying."

*You folded your arms in a pout in Valentino's lap. He looked down at you through crimson heart shaped shades as he leaned back against the couch, an arm draped over the back and another holding his smoke by his face, that pinkish red drifting upwards. He tilts his head slightly with narrowed eyes and his lower two arms folded over his stomach.

"Get off my lap, then."

*His eyes were trained on you as he took a drag from his smoke, exhaling it into the back of you again, daring you to get off of him as if calling your bluff, if theres a bluff. He didnt want you off, but he did want to see your reaction.