She couldn't help but notice how her mention of the specters that seemed to linger just on the edges of existence seemed to affect him deeply, his typically steady gaze dropping to the drink in his hands as he brought it to his lips for a distraction. It was a move she was well familiar with, even as she mirrored it though the pull she took from her whiskey was twice as long before she placed it on the table between them. Perhaps it was the alcohol or the fact that internally she was still reeling and grasping for anything on which to stand that caused her to let the full force of his name fall lyrically from her lips. Finding out who he was had been chance, though something in retrospect she was sure would have happened one way or another. You couldn't throw a rock in this town without hitting something he at least partially owned she thought with the slight curve of her lips.
His reaction however she had not anticipated, as she could near tangibly feel his withdrawal though she was unsure why it would so alter their relationship. Nothing had changed except her gaining an explanation for a few things, the fact that he was wealthy and held status of some kind had been apparent since the night she had first encountered him. She had trained to spot money from across a crowded, smokey, badly lit bar. It hadn't altered how she felt about him, she merely found it another intriguing facet of his being and thought it an amusing way to tease him. The smile that had curled around her pink lips faltered slightly, though desperate to cling to the distraction that was keeping her mind from the darker corners that continued to pull at her. His reply was short and without elaboration despite how her eyes, near turquoise in the reflected light of the city, lingered on his face. There was a sense of fear that things had shifted which began feeding off the adrenaline that still lingered in her system. She scoffed lightly at his question, grabbing on to it as a distraction.
Aquamarine eyes flitted to the darkness that seemed to linger on the edges of the twinkle lights that danced overhead.
One eyebrow raised in jest before she brought her glass to her lips once more and let the burn of the liquor anchor her in the moment. There were too many things to think about, too many questions to ask, too much to want that it just seemed easier to let it be washed away.