He had been raised properly with good culture and whatnot. Of course, as he grew older, trips to the opera had often included stories from his father about how girls loved it and getting lucky and such. Sometimes he talked about getting with the ballerinas. Zach had nodded, as he liked their grace. But he personally was always more attracted to the male dancers for ogling. So he knew the ballet, Swan Lake. He hadn't seen it in a long while, but he figured that would change whenever this production came out.
And he wasn't going to ask about the marks on her body. It wasn't his place to pry, no matter how curious his mind got. "You're really good at it," Zach replied with a smile, "You're magical."