At her pouting, he laughed. "Lotte, I am treating you. It would be unfair for me to invite you somewhere and then expect you to pay." See? It was so logical.
Though her response made his blood chill, he didn't betray his feelings in his face. He still appeared to be perfectly relaxed, almost genial. "Did he, now?" he asked, licking his ice cream cone. Immediately, he began to wonder what all that entailed. Women were experts at saying a thousand words with just one. He needed to know what stories Lotte was telling without doing so.
At the mention of the Phantom of the Opera, he paused. "Ah..." he mumbled, scratching his chin. "Yes, I believe so. It's a play, is it not? A man with a hideous face, he wears a mask, he sings with a young woman?"