Dorian noticed she hadn't taken his hand, however, instead of commenting on it, he simply moved his hand behind his back, standing neatly in front of her. "Ah, but Victoire, you are most certainly fair," he said, his dark eyes seductive, even with snowflakes clinging to his long lashes. Still, by the look on her face, she didn't need telling just how attractive she was. He had met good looking women before, and it was rare to find one who didn't know their own beauty.
"I seek the Velvet Room," he said simply, looking ahead along the snowy path he'd been following. "I have been commissioned to play there." That sounded far more important, he'd decided, than just being forced to work there.