Court and Ciara
Court wanted to run, pushing his way through the gathered masses in his excitement to reach the woman he'd spent such a fine night with. That would not do. Such uncouth behavior is against propriety on the one hand. On the other, it would completely ruin his masquerade of being injured. I am going to have to tell Ciara my secret eventually though. She'll work it out herself in the bedroom if nothing else.
Instead, Court began a leisurely stride with his cane. He slid through spaces in the crowd on a beeline to the beautiful bedmate, smiling at the locals as he passed. She was facing away when he drew within a feet. Court brought his hand up to his face and whistled, mimicking a bird call.