Nell settled himself against Antoine, drawing lazy circles across his chest, basking in the afterglow. He glanced up at the man, listening intently to his voice. "To a play? I'd love to, Antoine. You'll have to ask Harry though." He said, not sounding to pleased. Harry was growing more strange and possessive recently - it probably had to do with Slater but Nell didn't want him scaring away a patron like Antoine who had nothing to do with the man. "What sort of play?"