Sergius was inwardly pleased at how deeply Hurst was already under the woman's spell. While perhaps not gifted with a second sight, Beth certainly had some sort of power that brought men to her like fireflies. Perhaps it was her beautiful; the breath-taking figure and the dark eyes that made wicked promises at every glitter, and perhaps it was something about the way she did, with ever inch of her being, every beautiful curve, promise delights unknown...
He stopped himself there. This was not the time for private musings, or, in fact, for him to allow himself to be drawn by her spell. Tonight was purely business.
"Ah, forgive me, my dear. There is Thomas Kingsley-Holmes and I really must..." And then he was gone. Hurst wouldn't even notice the Russian had disappeared from his side, but Beth would, and she would know now to use the full force of her charms.