"It is all about the cleverly and carefully crafted facade, darling. I thought you knew that." He smiled despite his concern for her. He had a horrid week, not nearly as bad as hers but it wasn't something he fancied repeating. He ordered a tea as the waitress approached before leaning forward and looking at her.
"We can make idle chatter about the club or you can tell me what the bloody hell is going on with you." He didn't like it at all that she was looking so out of sorts. "I don't see you for 3 or 4 weeks and you begin to look sickly and depressed, do I need to kick your arse at least once a week to keep you on track?" He was teasing but clearly concerned with her health as he searched her face.