"A lot of the time, yes," he answered. "I travel a lot, of course, but this is sort of a home base for me. Close enough to Los Angeles that the label can still reach me, but somewhere much more exciting and much more my style, I think." Henry sat and watched as Gabriella scampered about the condo, examining this and looking at that. Once again, he stopped to wonder just why he was pursuing this girl, but if his research into the historical Henry had proven anything, it was that he did not like letting go of his intentions.
It took a great amount of self control to suppress the laugh and surge of interest that accompanied the young woman's dilemma over the spa. The trouble was that there were so many choices-- with the multitude of shops at the resort, he could easily see himself buying Gabriella several of the smallest bathing costumes they had on hand, or he could suggest they use the hot tub the way he typically did, but he doubted she would be willing to divest herself of all her clothes.
"I won't tell if you won't," he told her with a sly smile. "I'd do the same, to make you feel more comfortable, except... well..." Henry gestured at his lap.