Re: Guest Tables
Nodding as she spoke, Adam found he agreed with everything she said. But this wasn't a surprise. Daryl Hockey was no fool, and she was more than capable of stripping a person naked for her own perusal. Vaguely, he wondered if she even realized what she was doing, but the thought was barely formed before he dismissed it, focusing instead on the man as Daryl discussed him.
"Perhaps a bit of both," Adam suggested, taking the nearby water pitcher in hand and pouring more water into her glass for her. "Though he does indeed seem quite capable."
His attention shifted at her question, and he turned his gaze to the press table as well. The man before them was an interesting specimen, made all the more interesting by his company. It hadn't gone beyond his notice that Max Main, purportedly Thomas Brandon's lover of a sort, wasn't sitting beside the man himself at the family table. A lover's spat seemed likely, but since she wasn't his aim, he turned his attention on the poor, oblivious man.
A wry smile tugged at his lips. "Lower class, certainly," Adam said easily, using his index finger to mark the slope of the man's shoulders. "You can see it in how he carries himself. Likely he thinks it's obvious, but it's only obvious to those with an eye for it. He hasn't shaved recently. Likely, he thinks it's rebellious." Adam held back his own opinion on the matter. "But no matter how hard he acts, he doesn't feel like he fits in. The people with whom he's rubbing shoulders make him nervous. He doesn't understand their motivations or their actions." He arched a brow. "A bit dangerous for a reporter, if even he is one. Thoughts?"