Re: Press Table
He leaned his head down to give her his full attention. Roger didn't know very much about Max, except that she liked to make waves and she was smart as hell. If she wanted to make a scene with some guy like him, there was a calculated reason for it. And, it was his job to play along. She picked the right guy for it, too, because he loved having a good time his way.
"I see." Roger responded softly, assuming that she was part of some overly successful family that were all too busy for one another. He had seen a movie about a family like that once and fell asleep half way through. "MMmmm." Roger murmured at her deflecting the question back at him. After a moment he titled his head and looked just over her shoulder. "I'm thankful for being productive. For new people who want me around." Roger's eyes flashed with something almost too sweet. A kindness and bleeding heart that he had to cover up with sarcasm and dismissive behavior. In a second, the look was gone.
"You've been a little distracted tonight." He said softly, his eyebrow barely raised. Roger didn't catch every little look she gave to her family's table, but he remembered the look on her face when Luke gave his speech. "So, you gotta choice. You can either tell me or we can start making fun of the people at the fancy ass tables."