Tucked off to the side of the hall, Jacque motioned to one of the lounger chairs and uttered a single, "Please," as a polite offering for her to seat herself first.
"I imagine you've been as busy as I have these nights," he vaguely offered as he sat against the opposite arm of the chair. "I anticipate in another month or two we could get together and compare notes."
His eyes drew back to the familiar painting, "Did you know a Ms. Cynthia Weiss?"