"Observant, aren't you," John mused. He rubbed his chin, eyes narrowing. Perhaps he could find a use for this girl, whom nobody suspected. To keep her eyes and ears open as she moved through society, and report back to him. He only needed to find a reason for her to want to do that, and money wasn't going to cut it. She wasn't exactly suffering for lack of it.
So, setting his laptop aside, he tried to figure out exactly what would convince her she wanted to be on his side. He wasn't so bad at figuring people's weaknesses out, their vices or their greed. Anything he could use for his advantage.
"You seem like a smart woman," he said, leaning his hip against the table and slipping his hands into his pockets. "Doing the socialite thing- does it bore you?"