Because I need out of my head.

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Grey's made me cry again, Skins made me squee, BSG made me its bride (I swear I will love that show 'til death do us part). Hustle is disappointing me, so is Leverage (finally watched more than the pilot). Time for Dollhouse yet?


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His joke fell flat; she found an excuse and walked away.

Alec watched her go, his heart heavy with failure. Seregil had given him a simple exercice for practice, but he was not cut out to charm anyone.

"That's not the way to do it," a voice said, close to his ear.

It caused him to start; not much, but enough for Seregil to chuckle.

"Sometimes you're just hopeless," he murmured with amusement, which only caused Alec to glare.

"I'm not meant for all this! The fancy parties, talking to women..."

"You'll learn," Seregil retorted, pushing a strand of his own hair behind his ear.

He was dressed the lord tonight, and Alec the lord's protégé. And as he was watching Seregil and the play of candlelight in his eyes, he saw his expression grow from amused into serious, the expression he wore when he was teaching Alec something.

"It's not about the jokes, Alec," he was told all too solemnly. "It's about the looks. The smiles. The tone of your voice. The small touches. Watch me."

And he did. He watched as Seregil walked up to Alec's mark and leaned in close to whisper something in her ear that made her simultaneously smile, duck her head, and blush. He watched as Seregil laid two fingers on her arm as he told her something; a fleeting touch, with lasting effect. He watched Seregil's expression, intimate in the midst of the crowd. He watched his smile, charming and admiring both. He watched it all with unease growing in the pit of his stomach.

"Lesson learned?" Seregil asked, some twenty minutes later, when he joined Alec again. The mark kept casting glances his way. "It's not about wit. It's not about showing how smart you are. Lose your self-consciousness, Alec, lose your need to impress. Notch up your charm, you've got plenty enough as it is."

Alec's eyebrows raised despite himself and warmth suffused his chest. He was thankful that Seregil kept talking, however, as he would not have known what to answer.

"Your turn," Seregil said, and maybe Alec was not so thankful about what it was exactly that Seregil said. "This one, over there." He indicated a woman about twenty years older than Alec. "Show me."

Alec finished his glass, grabbed another one off the tray of a servant, and went and showed him. Somberly he went, but successfully he showed him.

"I had her wrapped round my little finger!" he exclaimed happily when he went back to Seregil.

The 'faie was laughing, but it didn't feel as if he were laughing at Alec when he put his hand in the small of the young man's back. "Yes, Alec, you did. Lesson learned."

"Is it?" Alec asked, feeling as though his pride radiated for him.

"I could almost've been jealous," Seregil added, and his smile, well Alec had to wonder if it was the same act he presented anyone. A smile that promised wonders.

But then it was gone, as was the hand on his back, and Seregil smiled warmly, without anything hidden behind it. "Come, let's introduce you to some important people. You can wind them round your little finger."