07-10-2014, 08:19 PM
"That would explain it then."
He nodded, glad to see that he could still place a friendly accent. In truth, it had been little more then a hopeful guess. Her comment about Christmas reminded him that he too wouldn't be making it home to visit with his own family. His brothers were all flying back to Castletown, or were already there, for the holidays, and it would be one of the first time in years they were all gathered at the same time.
"Except for this Christmas. It is the same for myself. I have been in Moscow for a few years now, but try to get home this time of year."
He offered a commiserating smile. The decision had been his own, so he could blame nor fault anyone for his inability to make it that year.
He shrugged slightly in response to her comment about his transfer. It had been, he supposed, but it had been the result of years of hard work and iron-clad reputation. "One, I think, I was ready for. But yes, it was quite the change for me. Dominance I is a very different place then London. What about yourself? What has brought you to the heart of the Custody?"
They were joined then by a typically handsome waiter dressed in the iconic style of a waiter; white dress shirt and puffed sky blue tie, black vest and slacks, the pristine white apron. The young man delivered a pair of menus, and a wine list, pouring fresh glasses of water for Victoria and Drayson, then took his leave to allow them a moment to peruse.
Drayson was no wine connoisseur; he knew enough to keep himself from looking the fool, but that was about it. He would need a moment to peruse the list before making a selection. "A red, perhaps? I will be having the Chateaubriand steak."
He had no need to look at the menu; it was perhaps the most expensive item on the menu, but it was well worth it.
He nodded, glad to see that he could still place a friendly accent. In truth, it had been little more then a hopeful guess. Her comment about Christmas reminded him that he too wouldn't be making it home to visit with his own family. His brothers were all flying back to Castletown, or were already there, for the holidays, and it would be one of the first time in years they were all gathered at the same time.
"Except for this Christmas. It is the same for myself. I have been in Moscow for a few years now, but try to get home this time of year."
He offered a commiserating smile. The decision had been his own, so he could blame nor fault anyone for his inability to make it that year.
He shrugged slightly in response to her comment about his transfer. It had been, he supposed, but it had been the result of years of hard work and iron-clad reputation. "One, I think, I was ready for. But yes, it was quite the change for me. Dominance I is a very different place then London. What about yourself? What has brought you to the heart of the Custody?"
They were joined then by a typically handsome waiter dressed in the iconic style of a waiter; white dress shirt and puffed sky blue tie, black vest and slacks, the pristine white apron. The young man delivered a pair of menus, and a wine list, pouring fresh glasses of water for Victoria and Drayson, then took his leave to allow them a moment to peruse.
Drayson was no wine connoisseur; he knew enough to keep himself from looking the fool, but that was about it. He would need a moment to peruse the list before making a selection. "A red, perhaps? I will be having the Chateaubriand steak."
He had no need to look at the menu; it was perhaps the most expensive item on the menu, but it was well worth it.