Reuben followed the boy outside, glad of the darkness. It protected him, or at least, hid him and his sins for the time being, although he had no doubt that every sin he committed, even in the night, was recorded as a black mark against his name.
"Anywhere will do. Just somewhere private and close-by." He told the boy, looking him over again. He had hoped that there would be a room free inside, but if the Theatre was as busy tonight as it looked, perhaps there was no room. He would manage. Reaching into his pocket, Reuben drew a pair of coins and held them out to the blonde. "That'll be for your trouble."