"It is not too odd," Twist replied with a small shake of her head. "In a business sense it is fairly straight forward to track. Is the show still making money? Is the amount getting smaller? If it is getting smaller, how long until it is not enough? Of course, even then it is too late. But it is good to track and predict. In an artistic sense it is more about feeling." She tapped the center of her chest lightly. "Have I grown bored of the show? Have my performers? What about the world at large? None of those are wanted, so I change the show to avoid"
Pausing she suddenly smiled and leaned back with a small shrug, "Or I am simply inspired. And, flicking her wrist like a magician revealing a flower in a previously empty hand, "we get a new show."
"You are more than welcome to do so." If Twist had any qualms about the city's Prince hinting at becoming a more familiar presence at her theater haven, it was not evident in her voice.
"I am curious who would make sure a statement to you," Twist murmured as she glanced down to brush away some lint from her skirt. "Surely not for lack of those wanting," her tone aimed to ease the air that Ale's words created between them. Alone. It was a fate for many of their kind. And not a pleasant one in her opinion. But she didn't have to worry. She was a Millarr and that fate would never be hers. But Ale was not her, and Twist could well see how that future could cast an early shadow.
Twist lowered her head again, this time in respect rather than a check for dust, "Should something come up that does, I will." Her words were statements, no hesitation evident. Inside though she noted that Ale had not answered her question. What, or who, had brought forth this sudden doubt into Ale?