"Oh, is that what he is?" Christian asked, surprise spreading heavily across his face. A demon? Christian was too well-bred to question Lorne about his origins or species, and there'd been little information to use in order to draw a conclusion. A demon... Christian frowned. That was troubling. But as he listened to Fred, he pieced together that the nightclub was apparently some kind of neutral location. No violence, it seemed was allowed there. Did that mean that Lorne would be violent outside of Caritas? Was he Satan's pawn? He heard his father's voice in his head, condemning the non-believers. Christian rubbed his temple. "I didn't know any of that until you told me," he confessed. "So thank you for that. But things are going well enough there. We're working out logistics now on how we can put on a show there. It won't be anything like an opera, of course."
She sounded like she quite enjoyed herself last night. Well, good. "I'm sorry I had to turn you down," he said gently. "I hope you were able to find someone else to attend with you. Perhaps we can attend another production; La Traviata is just too..." He shook his head. He'd already explained this to her once before, and he knew he didn't need to do it again. "I'm sorry," he said at last. "But I'm glad you had a good time, all the same."