From the place he'd chosen high over the heads of the audience, Erik watched.
The ballet was wonderful - surprisingly good. But his attention split itself almost evenly between the stage and a certain dark head in the audience. He was uncertain which was more graceful, more beautiful.
But as Inara shared her annoyance, his eyes narrowed on the progenitor of her distress. Easy to arrange for that man to die. A whisper in his ear.... A thin dart to the back of his neck... If Erik were in the mood for grotesqueries, there was also the idea of dropping something on the lanky man's head. He decided against that. It was too close to Inara for such dramatics.