07-21-2014, 09:13 PM
Drayson cocked an eyebrow briefly when she glanced to her lap. A look of disappointment, if he wasn't far off the mark. Related to what? A moment's thought gleaned the answer to that, and he let out a self-deprecating chuckle. He had always been the type to put his foot in his mouth around women.
It was a nice change of pace to share a table with someone with a proper level of decorum; he wasn't quite the stiff-collar most seemed to think he was, but there was something to be said about a person with the confidence to sit still and focused. A modest style of dress, a proper bearing of one who had more then their appearance to offer, and knew it.
"Ah, the Kremlin? A beautiful place, if one can ignore all the red tape and bureaucrats."
He smiled fondly; there was a wealth of history there, which sadly went unknown to most. There were tours of parts of it, of course, but even then, so much went unseen and unappreciated. "I find they are far more comfortable if I limit my time there."
"Francis does get around, doesn't he? He is very good at his job."
Drayson made use of the man from time to time, for some of the higher profile cases that drew his attention. He would not ask what exactly she did; it was easy enough to accept that she was simply a military doctor; that would explain her presence in DV.
He nodded his appreciation to the waiter as the man arrived with and poured their wine, and he took a sip, going through all the proper motions to assess if it were of a passable vintage. He was not terribly particular about such things, but it did seem pleasant to him. Another sip and he set his glass aside for the time being. "So did you grow up in Argentina then? I have never been to the Americas, myself."
It was a nice change of pace to share a table with someone with a proper level of decorum; he wasn't quite the stiff-collar most seemed to think he was, but there was something to be said about a person with the confidence to sit still and focused. A modest style of dress, a proper bearing of one who had more then their appearance to offer, and knew it.
"Ah, the Kremlin? A beautiful place, if one can ignore all the red tape and bureaucrats."
He smiled fondly; there was a wealth of history there, which sadly went unknown to most. There were tours of parts of it, of course, but even then, so much went unseen and unappreciated. "I find they are far more comfortable if I limit my time there."
"Francis does get around, doesn't he? He is very good at his job."
Drayson made use of the man from time to time, for some of the higher profile cases that drew his attention. He would not ask what exactly she did; it was easy enough to accept that she was simply a military doctor; that would explain her presence in DV.
He nodded his appreciation to the waiter as the man arrived with and poured their wine, and he took a sip, going through all the proper motions to assess if it were of a passable vintage. He was not terribly particular about such things, but it did seem pleasant to him. Another sip and he set his glass aside for the time being. "So did you grow up in Argentina then? I have never been to the Americas, myself."