Re: Dinah/Bruce
"Well," he smiled, looking around at those who had come to wish her well. "I wouldn't want to take you away from your guests." It was only partially a lie, but it was entirely the appropriate thing to do, given that these were people he actually cared about. Mostly.
His smile widened, and there was far more to it that was genuine than simply the usual mask. "Yes. I got you a pony. Her name is Bianca, which I'm sure you know means white and frankly, I find that ridiculous; it doesn't go with your color scheme at all." His eyes were warm, and he couldn't help imagining a horse waiting in her living room. It was surprisingly whimsical. "I survived without Alfred before. A few months, in fact; just not well."
He was teasing now, withholding the information she wanted, and really - he didn't have to tell her. It was a surprise, after all. But finally, he handed her the business card to a UK art gallery. Written on the back were the words, 'Vettriano, 1992. The Singing Butler. 28"x36" '