"What artifact?" she asked tauntingly.
Nealon did not hear it, or see the trap until it was too late; "The one hanging on your waist."
Scarlett smiled. It was only when the crowd started to rain down slurs and insults on him that he realized she had baited him into publicly admitting he had truly been watching her waist. Nealon chuckled lightly while the crowd erupted. Okay, this was definitely a smart one.
The noise slowly began to die down when it looked like he was about to reply her.
He placed his hand on his chest in a real gentleman-like-manner;
"I'm sorry if it seemed that way. But that was not my intention."
Scarlett knew she had the attention of the crowd. And Nealon knew that she knew. So, he realized that he absolutely had to take control of the conversation if he wanted to come out of this ontop. Before the mysterious blonde could say anything, he asked his question.
