Arnaud shrugged, and directed his gaze-and his attention-to the males of the room, clearly not caring to continue the conversations. She was not from the Caribbean. Why would she understand their suffering? Their cause? Such arguments were a lost cause by all accounts.

Nothing to do now but listen in and drink in some of the eye-candy.

Not a bad way to spend the day, he had to admit. It was certainly better then his past company. Which was to say he, himself, and him.