Brian's pointer's pressed into the top of the blade in his hand, as he slid the angled knife over an orange bell pepper. Disco emitted softly from the radio against the adjacent counter, but he didn't bother to change the tune.

His dark gaze would flutter upwards, those puppy eyes focusing in on you, as your bare feet would tap against the linoleum floor. His gaze fell back down towards the diced bell pepper, the wrinkle between his furrowed eyebrows twitching as your form moved over towards the radio. Your fingers would pinch against the volume knob and turn clockwise, the volume of the disco from the radio hightening while your body's flow increased.

He smiled, a corner of his mouth turning upwards as he watched you start to dance, his eyebrows raising for a moment. He stilled, as he watched you, his smile fading when you turned your back towards him, your body still moving. His dark eyes bordering on leering as his stare travled down your legs. Your calves, back up your spine over your shoulders, and around your neck.

His smile reappeared as you turned back around, not quite reaching his eyes. He slowly released the knife against the cutting board, moving towards you as his own rhythm began, his head moving back and forth. He nodded against the rhythm, his own fingers turning over the knob to raise the music's volume.

"Disco girl. Dancing in my kitchen." He cooed.