Guile
One Thousand Club
Erik listened to her criticize him. "Uh huh..." He raised one brow at her, glaring, but could not hold it for long. Erik ended up smiling at her. "Good Lord, you're a pushy one. Aren't you?" He mumbled under his breath teasingly. Because of her comment, he took an extra long time fixing his hair, adjusting his mask - all things unnecessary for singing, but he made an excuse for them. "I want to look just like I did when we first sang this." He said as he combed his hair back, smiling at his tease. "It helps me well, you know, get into character." Laughing, he stood at last. But took an extra long time clearing his throat. Clapping his hands together he grinned at her - knowing how mean his tease was. "Alright, let's do this. Word to the wise, my dear." He whispered to her. "Don't take so long getting ready next time. It just kills the mood." Holding his laughter, he truly started to sing this time, channeling the same anger he had the first time he saw the vicomte with Christine. "Insolent boy, this slave of fashion, basking in your glory!" He took the photo from Christine's hands again, a smirk on his face as he pretended to destroy it, though he did not. "Ignorant fool, this brave young suitor, sharing in my triumph!" Erik returned the photo to her, unharmed.