Watson's interest peaked at the mention of Hazard. Well, then. This Crowley was certainly a worthy host. But then a very beautiful woman sauntered past, in very little clothing.
Times were so very different now, and Watson felt out of place in his dress suit. He smoothed a hand over his waist coat subconsciously. The future was both an enticing place and a frightening world that made Watson feel off balance.
"I shall, for now, trust yor lead, my gracious host," he said, thinking that was the path of least resistance, at the moment. He couldn't focus his thoughts enough to make any kind of decision. not with girls dressed like that walking around, advertising their goods, so to speak.