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Tristan enjoyed watching Amy dance around him as his eyes gazed from her feet upwards. His hands had rested against the bar quite comfortably before Amy approached him once again. He smiled as she un-did the third button of his shirt. Surely he wouldn't end up topless in the pub? Tristan chuckled slightly at the thought before the pair kissed once again. "Much Better." He told her as she tried to dance off again. Tristan caught her hand before she was out of reach again and pulled her in closer. His hand raised up her arm and played with her dress-strap. "I forgot to mention...nice...dress..." He told her seductively as his hand moved inwards, finding the white-bow on her dress that seemed to be in the centre, and fiddled with it a little before his hands rested just below her arm-pits. He leaned into her ear. "Now go show me what you're made of..." He whispered into her ear, but loudly enough to be heard above the booming music.