[ Cadence actually makes eye-contact with him at the question before trailing her eyes down and up his torso, lingering for a moment at his jawline before she answers. ]

Please, the only ones that are worth seeing are the “Classics”—I don’t see you clamoring for Girls of the Golden West tickets anytime soon.

[ It’s a typical snark-filled rebuttal from her, but it also unintentionally shows her hand: for as many theatre shows as she’s been dragged along to for social clout over the centuries, Cadence has developed a softness for (and critical taste of) operas. ]

…probably Giulio Cesare, though I prefer other composers.

[ Cadence debates cutting it off there, already feeling like she’s give up too much, when the question slips from her lips. ]

And you?