"Thank you, good sir." Watson bowed politely, then gripped Crowley's hand in a firm shake. He smiled a bit, though he felt a slight disappointment that Crowley's associate was not in attendance. he had decided along the way the man Crowley spoke of might be a descendant. Perhaps he and Mary had children...
It wouldn't do to think of Mary then, Mary who hadn't been at the house, and hadn't shown up at all. He distracted himself with a purposeful glance around the casino, trying to take in all the bustling activity. "I dare say, I've never seen anything quite like this." He was reminded of a brothel, and yet, not.