Wild one

"I-Initiate what?" I stammered to even find words. Fang knew why I was here. At least my nervousness was giving it away, even when he couldn't read my mind. "I-I am here to t-talk about previous- what happened back down- back there on the floor- the dance floor." 

Fang stopped his advancing towards me before he let out an uncontrollable snicker, "I can see you aren't drunk and that only means you have heard some really wrong things for you to be talking like that." 

I let out a nervous laugh, "wahhh... haha, no. I was here to talk." 

"Then talk," the smile on Fang's face fell as he folded his arms. He looked so perfect when he was angry, I thought, before looking away. I was not here to do those things.