Guilian felt a small thrill of victory at her blush. It offset the beautiful gown she wore, and bathed her face in an ethereal glow.
She seemed just a little unsure, and it probably was a little forward to just interrupt when the current singer went on a break. "But what is the gift of song if nobody hears it?" He would let her mull over that. "There are no rules about just singing to yourself, of course."
His words had been rather forward, and judging from her rather nervous reply, she was not used to such advances. His smile brightened when she somewhat agreed, and was stipulating business terms. Was she truly this innocent, or was she playing with him too?
But just as suddenly as she agreed, it was as if the room went cold, and she started to speak English, stammering that she needed to go back to her friends. He had to think fast before he lost her - and lost all reason to enjoy the rest of his evening. "Oh, no, please, I didn't mean to offend - I truly would like to hear you sing." He backpedalled slightly on the flirtatious tone.
"I really would love to hear you sing, and I really would love to know if you are interested in an investor. Purely business, of course." She'd not mentioned her friends until now, and he hoped she would stay just a while longer. Perhaps he could get her to relax.
"I would not presume to be any more forward than that, Mademoiselle Delacour." Perhaps it was the champagne, or the intoxication of her beauty, but if she left now, he'd feel rather bereft and go back to being morose.
"Perhaps I could escort you around and show you the other public areas of the club, then guide you back to your friends, if that is what you so wish. If they are worried, then I would like to assure them that you have been in good hands." His look was very, very expectant.