"Now, now, ladies," he said before taking a sip of his drink. "There's no reason for the animosity." Though his tone betrayed a hint of his amusement. As much as he would have enjoyed bedding Penny--and no one said that wasn't still in the cards at some point--he was absolutely fascinated by this other side of Violet this little experiment had drawn out.
"You must not realize who she is," he added then to Penny. "This is Violet Nott, one of the newer shining stars in the music industry. But if you don't wish to stay, that is, of course, your prerogative. More's the pity," he sighed with a touch of drama. But there was no way he'd be chasing after anyone. He was Wes Fucking Carlisle, and he'd not had to chase after a woman in many years.