Now that he was here, Sophia sensed a charge between them that certainly wasn't there before. Their little game is afoot. She anticipated something like his coy smile, and his gilded intimation,  like the anticipation felt before a dance partner makes their next move in a waltz. A good sign, she decided. There’s proper decorum to be followed, and it’s really the gentleman that should take the lead.

“I’m so pleased to hear that you enjoyed it,” she beamed, clear blue eyes glittering with amusement as his reference was not lost on her. Sophia didn’t do much to conceal that she was looking him over, from the shoes up. That vaguely familiar scent - it smelled nice. A well-matched suit. His hair looked insane. She internally praised her self-restraint in her strange impulse to play with it. “It takes an open mind to appreciate the full potential of a work in progress.” Take that however you’d like, Ozymandias. 

Sophia moved nonchalantly to stand beside him, turning her gaze up to the stage where some of the dancers taking notes were repeating a particular sequence. She rarely took the time to appreciate a show from this perspective nowadays, and already it granted some new inspiration.

“Do you have time to stay a bit longer?” she asked, offhandedly. Of course he could come here just to tease and dash away, though Soph liked to think the charming smile she leveled up to him might convince him otherwise. “As an inventor invested in the ballet, I thought you might be interested in a grand tour of the theater,” she explained, wondering if she might be able to catch a glimpse of the unflappable Mister Dempsey thrown off balance. “I’d love to show you, even as a small gesture of my appreciation.”

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