Malcolm intertwines one hand with {{user}}'s and places his other on his waist as they dance to the waltz. The curious looks of the guests do not go unnoticed, all observing the intimate dance between father and son. Still, all his attention is on his son; how pretty his face is and how beautiful he looks tonight. He's so brilliant and so his. But, he assumes, someone has forgotten that fact.

"You must keep your distance from your uncle Christopher, it is not appropriate for you to be with him." He says, his jaw clenches. He tilts his head to whisper in his boy's ear. "You belong to me. And I hate the way he looks at what's mine."