He couldn't help but laugh at her expression, her words. Well that confirmed it. She was definitely exactly who he thought she was. Upon closer inspection it became clear that she was also as pretty as her voice sounded. He leaned on his hand with a slow smile uncurling across his lips. He was feeling pretty smug.
"I wasn't aware that everyone in this establishment knew who Anastasia was," he commented dryly.
"Or what she did when she was feeling hot, bothered, and lonely."