Asa's eyes narrowed slightly in thought as he considered Twist's message. As it was a contemporary theater, would she stick with something well known? Then again, to think that the elan and je ne sais quoi that always caught him by surprise with her wardrobe would not also apply to the show would be foolish.
With Ishani distracted by someone in the crowd, and the Mekhet Priscus being his usual loquacious self, Asa found himself alone with Twist and Victoria again in the midst of a sea of people. It was only natural to consider the last time they were alone together, his memories sliding backwards as easily as skin slid on skin.
A small smile touched his lips, becoming slightly wry as he turned to Twist. "Why, I don't think they trust me, perhaps thinking I've previewed the show." The words were laced with humor and false exasperation, but turned more serious. "Miss Torsione, it was, as always, a pleasure. We both look forward to the show and exchanging appraisals."
Asa captured a small, delicate hand in his, squeezing it lightly. "I'm sure the show is every bit as remarkable as the woman behind it," he said softly, then raised the hand to his lips to kiss before giving Victoria and Wilhelm a nod and departing with Ishani.