"And miss the show?" he teased lightly. Not that Ford would judge him for passing up part of a sonata, but it was the entire point of being here tonight, at least in theory. Something must have induced Mr. Fisk to buy a ticket, the same as he'd done for the art gallery, and he clearly wasn't here chaperoning his eligible young sisters, like Ford was. When he'd encountered him last month Ford had assumed he'd been there for the love of art, but if he was inclined to excuse himself from the performance right at its height that must not have been the case tonight. What a puzzle Dorian Fisk was.