"Naturally," he said easily. "We're in a temple of high art. Even the ghosts know it."
He had led her to the grand staircase - the same she'd ascended to get to the box where she'd been escorted in the first place. Only now, he took her down the stairs into the foyer and then further. The room they were passing through, the dancer's hall, had originally been used for the corps to practice -- and to meet their gentlemen patrons in the afternoons. Now, it seemed that it had been converted to a simple hallway leading further into the Opera House.
Further they went, then. He had a goal in mind: backstage.