"Darling, it hardly matters where one is. One brings class with them, you see," Silas said, watching the way she moved. She'd picked out the expensive cigarette by scent, which made her interesting without any additional accouterments, but the way she looked, the warm laughter and the feline movements, they all spoke to a woman who was used to drawing attention, a woman who liked drawing attention. "Appearances and cigarettes can be deceiving. I find these digs quite exemplary this evening," he assured her, watching her all the while. He didn't look away, and he clearly wasn't at all unsure about himself. It was in the way he leaned lazily against the bar, all while letting his gaze slide over her, as if he had all the time in the world to do so. His accent was decidedly British, but his speech contained enough Americanisms to contradict his foreignness entirely.