Feeling Sporty 09-7-2011 (open for all)

"That might just make it more wrong," Aemilio argued, a hessitant grimace on his face, "why on earth would you like it?" That wasn't criticism as much as honest confusion.

"What is your problem?!" Azar asked with an annoyed sigh, "Seriously? I love doing burlesque so what does is matter to you how old I was when I started with it?"
Out of annoyance she started to spin the ball that was still resting in her lap, but as that didn't help much she picked it up and throwed it from one hand to the other at quite a rapid pass.

"You're acting as if I'm the strange one here," Aemilio replied, equally annoyed now, "what my problem is with a minor thinking of soft porn as a hobby?"
After losing his composure there for a moment he took a deep breath and succesfully regained his cool; "it's a bit unorthodox, wouldn't you agree?"

"Burlesque is much more then dancing on stage in suggestive clothing or the lack of it if you like," Azar answered not doing anything about controlling her annoyance, "so quite judging me. And besides what do you care what I consider a hobby? You had less difficulty with accepting that you'd had sex with a girl that is half a firedemon."

Remaining exterior cool perfectly, Aemilio tilted his head at her, as if not understanding to correlation she made; "I didn't mind you being a fire demon... because that's not a choice you made. Should I find you weird for whatever nutball had his way with your mother?" Despite the slightly morbid nature of his words, his words came out completely naturally blend, almost bored perhaps, as he finished: "what you call 'suggestive dancing' is actually more disturbing to me because you willing chose to act like that. That and - in case I may have not been clear enough - you just look really appealing as a demon."

He sighed before thinking out loud: "it's like you want me to dislike you for your biological basics."

"That is because most guys are excited about me being an experienced burlesque dancer," Azar said with a growl and a glare, "and get scared off when they discover the real me. And besides you where just as excited like every other guy I have met when they find out that I do burlesque so why is it suddenly such a big deal?! And keep your tongue about my parents, especially my mom, or you might loose it!"

"Let me paraphrase that... you're offended because I don't simply think of you as a sex-object... and actually express some concern about you engaging into semi-sexual acts when you were a minor...?" Aemilio replied with a taunting grin as he noticed Azar getting seriously worked up over something he still considered made no sense.

"But I guess I'll just drop it," he sighed after a moment's silence, "I can't win this argument. When it comes to logic it's clear that women always win the battle..." Though in most cases that remark would be considered finished there, Aemilio's intonation implied there was something on the tip of his tongue that he really felt like adding, but decided not to in the end. The insulting nature of the words he only just managed to swallow became abundantly clear though, as he grinned in a slimy way, clearly amused by whatever it was he managed to stop himself from saying.

"So... now that we've got that argument out of the way... what is it you like about burlesque anyway?" he went on, seemingly trying to steer the attention away from his moment of being very amused by himself.

Very much not liking Aemilio's choice of words Azar growled at him again. Looking around as he left the sentences that normally ended there with an open ending, she saw that there where no others around. Taking her lighter a very little out of her pocket she took the small flame and throwed it towards him, that even if it hit him wouldn't cause much damage.
She wasn't very sure of the why behind her doing so, but it felt like a fun thing to do right now so she did it. She did raise a brow though when he kept asking about her burlesque, she had thought that with his last comment that subject was closed.
"Why do you keep asking about me burlesquing?" she asked not planning on answering his question until he had given her a good enough answer to her question.

Not expecting to have fire ball - even one so seemingly harmless - thrown at him all Aemilio could do out of reflex was trying to shield himself by raising his arms in front of him. True the fire did no mentionable damage to him but to his jacket... He didn't notice at first but half-way through asking her "what the f*ck she was d-?!" he smelled burning cloth and noticed there was a black burn-mark on his sleeve.
"You ruined my jacket!" he exclaimed angrily, trying to pat the black part of in vain. When he noticed all he was doing was rubbing off the burned part, leaving a small hole in the fabric, he looked up at her with irritation one might consider exaggerated for a mere damage to a piece of clothing. "What you do that for? Do you have any idea how much this cost?!"

Azar was a little amused at Aemilio's reaction though also a little annoyed that his reaction was so minimul until he saw the consequences of the flame hitting his jacket though. She raised a brow at that wondering for a few moments if he was really seriously pissed at her for not throwing a flame at him but for damaging his jacket a little.
"You are so supervisual," was the first she said, "and I did it because you annoyed me. So you should just be glad that the flame wasn't bigger or directed to your face."