There was a horrible and yet thrilling moment where he wasn't sure how she was going to react. This whole situation was playing with fire and he realised how easily it could go very wrong. But that was exactly what made it so exciting.
He watched her hands, letting her loose, and then quirked an eyebrow at her as she admitted to being a whore. And her next words were even better, he was sure it wasn't normal to be so aroused by that. And even as she turned, he found himself grinning, shaking his head slightly at how completely uncontrollable she was. This was no simpering little lapdog of a woman.
He would have shouted something after her, or followed, but it seemed weak. Instead, he laughed softly and contented himself with pouring a strong drink and mingling a little. Let her dance with the host. Ernest would be the one fucking her senseless before the night was out.