The fabric of your outfit whipped around you, brushing against your skin as you approach Everest onto the ballroom floor. You had just previously told him about someone who grabbed you inappropriately moments before, then he had disappeared without any further words.

You ask him where the person went before his lips grazed the top of your head with his hand resting on your hip.

"Which part?" He lazily says against your temple, feeling the upward movement of his lips into a grin against your skin.