Harry smiled, happy. Nell would stay with him, be his lover, his companion, and save him from madness through a dry, loveless and in escence political marriage. Nell would be his lover, and stay in the town house, and all would be well. It was something he'd thought about, privately, for sometime. Ever since Nell had been coming back to the town house with his pimp, in fact. It was what he'd wanted for a long time, but hadn't allowed himself to voice, or to admit, even to himself on most occassions.
And now he had, and had spoken to Nell, and they were in agreement. Nell would be his, his sweet, beautiful little star.
Although something should have sparked his attention in the little lost way Nell responded. "Good. I mean... I'm glad, Nell. I'd rather you be here than with anyone else. I'd much rather you stay with me."