Back-dated Storyline: Meeting of Léon and Nell
Léon had meet the Englishmen some time ago now, at a party he had attended, hosted by the Prince Regent. It was where he had seen the giggling creature, highly effeminate, beautiful and clearly casting his spell on many of the other guests. He had been seen watching, as far as he could tell, and a gentlemen who introduced himself as the beautiful thing's chaperon handed him a slim card, the three lines carefully printed in English. Léon had taken it, out of politeness, and put it away in his jacket, and forgotten about it as other, more important things, had to be dealt with.
And then the other day, searching through his wardrobe for another coat, he had knocked the card from the pocket, and picked it up. He considered it, for a moment, and now he found himself here, stepping out of a carriage- he had taken one of the local Hackneys, rather that that belonging to the Embassy. He didn't think much of the theatre, but one should not make a decision based on only one fact, and so he went in. He bought a ticket, and he watched the... show. There was no other word he could think of that described it.
And afterwards he waited, knowing that the infamous Harry Fisher would already know he was there.