07-17-2014, 07:21 PM
Drayson nodded in understanding as Victoria excused herself to address the call she received. He knew all too well; it was either a minor miracle that he had not yet received a message of his own, or a sign that there were still people in the system working to keep him out of the loop. Likely the latter. Miracles were a pleasant dream, but sadly not a reality.
While she was away, he checked his own Wallet; nothing that required his immediate attention, but there was never a shortage of things to occupy his attention. Ongoing investigations and high-priority crime reports, mostly. He flagged a few for further reading, then set the Wallet away as she returned to the table.
The news was clearly disheartening; the woman was very good at keeping those sorts of emotions hidden away, but he hadn't made it as far as he had for being unable to read people. But whatever it was, it wasn't enough to derail her emotionally, and she neatly bottled it up and returned with humour.
"Do not fret about it. It is just a matter of time before I'm pulled away, I'm sure."
He chuckled quietly and shook his head. "No, your secrets are safe. For now, at least. Francis kept me in the dark as to just whom exactly I would be dining with this evening. Only that it was someone he works with. I thought about doing background checks on every woman in the hospital, but that seemed a little excessive."
The waiter returned to take their food and drink orders; for Drayson, it was the Chateaubriand steak, and a bottle of red wine from the Duboeuf vineyards of France. He knew just enough about wine to identify a few well-received labels.
"You have not been in the city long, I take it? It's tradition for any good Brit to find their nearest pub. There is sure to be one in every city in the world. Churchill is just one of a few in Moscow. Expats, travelers, and like-minded locals."
While she was away, he checked his own Wallet; nothing that required his immediate attention, but there was never a shortage of things to occupy his attention. Ongoing investigations and high-priority crime reports, mostly. He flagged a few for further reading, then set the Wallet away as she returned to the table.
The news was clearly disheartening; the woman was very good at keeping those sorts of emotions hidden away, but he hadn't made it as far as he had for being unable to read people. But whatever it was, it wasn't enough to derail her emotionally, and she neatly bottled it up and returned with humour.
"Do not fret about it. It is just a matter of time before I'm pulled away, I'm sure."
He chuckled quietly and shook his head. "No, your secrets are safe. For now, at least. Francis kept me in the dark as to just whom exactly I would be dining with this evening. Only that it was someone he works with. I thought about doing background checks on every woman in the hospital, but that seemed a little excessive."
The waiter returned to take their food and drink orders; for Drayson, it was the Chateaubriand steak, and a bottle of red wine from the Duboeuf vineyards of France. He knew just enough about wine to identify a few well-received labels.
"You have not been in the city long, I take it? It's tradition for any good Brit to find their nearest pub. There is sure to be one in every city in the world. Churchill is just one of a few in Moscow. Expats, travelers, and like-minded locals."