You walk back to the dining car when a voice behind you startle you. The passage is very narrow and it doesn't leave you much room to move. Lord Dobson smiles at you.
"Lady Winters, what a coincidence that we run into each other"
"Yes....quite a coincidence, isn't it"
"I would say rather a stroke of luck won't you say?"
"...and why would you say that, Lord Dobson?"
"Oh...you must know why...."
He steps closer to you and there's no more personal space left between you.
"I'm not sure what you're referring to, Lord Dobson"
You want to move backward but then he puts a hand around your waist.
"Lord Dobson!"
"Oh, come on, Lady Winters...you're definitely also feeling what I'm feeling?"
"No! Lord Dobson, I don't feel what you feel"
You want to move out of his grip but then his other hand grabs your wrist, holding tight. He moves even closer and you smell his alcoholic breath against your face.
