Nadir stormed down into the depths of the opera.

Dammit, he thought. Not again.

"Erik!"

He took the stairs downwards two at a time.

"ERIK!"

His voice echoed off the walls.

Nadir took the tunnel to Erik's house fuming. He entered and followed the sound of a girls laughter to the dining room.

"Erik stop!" Wynne giggled.

"Well it's true! That woman did sing like a toad!"

The laughter stopped abruptly, as Nadir opened the door to see the little brunette sitting next to Erik. Finished dinner plates on the table in front of them.

Wynne blanched and Erik looked up as Nadir entered the room.

"Nadir old friend..."

"Erik what is the meaning of this?" Nadir snapped.

"Why, what do you mean?" Erik asked.

"First a chorus girl, now a ballerina?" Nadir hissed.

"Nadir..." Erik glared, a challenge heard plainly in his voice.

"Wynne is it?"

"Yes." The girl squeaked.

"Madame Giry is looking for you."

"Oh..."

Erik crossed his arms over his chest. "She's not leaving."

"Like hell she isn't."

Wynne frowned.

"You aren't keeping her here Erik, she belongs up on the surface!"

"You can't tell me what to do! You aren't my father!"

"And you aren't her father either!"

"EXCUSE ME!" Wynne shouted.

Both men turned to regard the girl who was now standing on her chair.

"Don't I get a say in this?!"

Erik blinked.

"Well of course you do!" He replied lamely.

Wynne sighed, and got down off the chair in the most lady-like way possible.

"Good. Then I should return. Thank you for dinner Erik. We'll have to do this again sometime."

"I look forward to it." Erik replied stiffly.

"Shall we monsieur?" Wynne headed out and left Nadir to look at Erik.

"This isn't over Nadir."Erik growled

Nadir shot him a withering glance in response before going to lead Wynne to the surface.