[ He rolls his eyes and looks back at the stage. The hand on her leg squeezes slightly in acknowledgement that he heard her but he stays quiet to respect the performance. The show begins and he relaxes with a feeling of familiarity and joy; he always enjoyed the opera.
Clay does, in fact, focus on the show. It’s only during breaks in the musical numbers that he looks over at Cadence with interest to gauge her response. And there is a particular moment between the nymph and her eventual lover that he swears he senses some physical reaction elicited from the Siren. Applause at the appropriate pauses had drawn his hand away from her for a portion of the performance, but he takes the content of the stage below and her reaction as a moment to put his hand back where it had started the show. ]
or… died at sea…? or left on an island to rot?
Clay does, in fact, focus on the show. It’s only during breaks in the musical numbers that he looks over at Cadence with interest to gauge her response. And there is a particular moment between the nymph and her eventual lover that he swears he senses some physical reaction elicited from the Siren. Applause at the appropriate pauses had drawn his hand away from her for a portion of the performance, but he takes the content of the stage below and her reaction as a moment to put his hand back where it had started the show. ]