"My mother's in the Hebrides. Romania. Someplace," Terence said carelessly. He considered making a crack about her own choice of fancy dress--couldn't be bothered to change out of the hag costume, Davis?--but opted for a not-so-subtle ogle instead. The whole point of a tutu was to draw attention to a woman's legs, was it not?
"So you're a ballerina tonight. Bit of a departure from your day job?" he hazarded, wondering what it was that Davis did for a living.