[color=crimson]"Oh, there is no denying her particular brand of [i]charm[/i], is there?"[/color] He said as he turned at the sound of approaching footsteps. His eyebrow immediately cocked when he laid eyes on her. The twinge of unhappiness on her face was a complete contrast to her outfit, which was festive to say the least. Not to mention low-cut and form fitting. He did not even try to hide his amusement as he looked her up and down. His excitement for her performance grew with each passing moment.

His expression fell slightly at her first words to the two of them, but his smirk remained. [color=crimson]"That I did, Lucien, and fortunately I was not too late to turn out fifty-percent of your patrons. I'd say my tardiness will be forgotten come tomorrow when we are counting a fat purse."[/color] His wicked grin intensified as he stepped back to get a better look at her costume. [color=crimson]"And, I must say it is [i]lovely[/i] to see you again, Ms. Ivory. Your dress perfectly compliments your eyes...well, currently anyway."[/color] 

If this were any other greeting with any other woman, he would reach out to take her hand and kiss it, but he knew better with Ivory. It was clear that their first meeting had left a bad taste in her mouth, and he was not about to make it worse by offering to touch her. He decided he best respect her space until he melted that bit of frost that had settled on her heart, she was certainly not as polite as her Ringleader.