Re: After the show; Backstage
He looked at her for a moment. "Never expected to see you again," he admitted.
The night he'd spent with Wren and her man of that particular moment had been interesting, to say the least. Positive, if nothing else, her attitude toward him reminiscent of the girls in the brothel back home, the only close friends he'd ever really had.
"You came to the show," he said, with a hint of amusement. It was hard to tell, but under the confident shell there seemed to be a little hope. God willing she wasn't here to try to extort him (not that it would do her any good, with no proof). That wasn't the feel he'd gotten from her that night. She'd seemed to...like him, maybe. She hadn't been put off, or disgusted, she'd just taken what he was in stride. It had been a good night, all things considered, one that stood out amongst hundreds of others like it. Once you'd been in the business for a few years you could tell when someone was faking for the sake of their client and when they were really getting something out of it, and either she was the best actress he'd ever met or it had been more the latter than the former, and he'd thought about it more than once since. "Wren, right?" His tone was cautious, still halfway between the confidence of his everyday persona and something a little more honest.