Hugh's smile was warm. "I've never played Heathcliff. I did play Mr Rochester once. And apparently the Seattle Times reviewer deeply disliked my portrayal. I would say it stung, but the ticket sales certainly suggested that people enjoyed it regardless." He considered. "Although I think I might do better at it now. I'm not certain I'd had enough actual tragedy in my life to really work from," he said lightly, but half serious. He ordered, adding a glass of wine, and that would be it, something he could drink very, very slowly with the food.
"It's good isn't it?" Hugh reached in for some of the brie himself, and determined that yes, it was just as good as he'd remembered it being. It was possible the entrees wouldn't be, but he genuinely doubted that, and there was also the satisfaction of having brought Theo somewhere that he was enjoying, and that he was enjoying the evening as well. The only thing he liked even half as much as theatre probably genuinely was figuring out a good evening and letting people enjoy themselves.
"What's the best part of the author bit and the worst part?" Hugh asked. "Or you can switch those and end on the positive," he laughed. "But like, you say New York and Chicago and I'm like, oh that sounds fabulous, but I'm gathering that's not how you feel about it."