Makings Of A Rogue

[II]

His words had an effect, judging from the crease lines that appeared between Alane's shapely eye brows, they only gave character to her otherwise perfect fitures. He noticed this, making his smile, a little bit real and his eyes sparkling.
This irked at Alane, how dare he?, plus a nickname reserved to family and close friends. She willed her self to stay in control, thankfully her training kicked in before she did something stupid like shoot the smugness of his face.
"On your knees Mr Scott now!" She growled refusing to be baited or toyed with.
"But I forgot the ring at home, how can i propose without one." he resorted poker faced, all hint of a smile gone.
Snickering and scattered laughter were heard from the crowd which had gained in number, and also confidence they were much closer. All watching in wonder, eyes bouncing from her to him not forgetting the dozen agents surrounding the two.
Alane took this in stride and even allowed a smile, a reward for the crude but clever comment.
"Don't make it difficult Mr Scot do as I say. You have no where to go. Now kneel. And please no sudden moves we know your armed, no one has to get hurt Or worse."
She left it at that, no more needed to be said.
The vield threat got a favourable effect, Scot lowered his eyes seeming to be in deep thought, then they fell on his left side. He moved his arms back slightly, still placed on his head, exposing the said weapon, harnessed to his side by a brown leather strap going up his shoulder under his suit jacket.