The bullfighter found that hard to believe but he simply shook his head in amusement. “As long as you’re comfortable,” he said smoothly, throwing his cape over his shoulder dramatically, a smirk on his face.
He chuckled at her comment. “Perhaps instead of thinking of specifics, just think about how people make you feel,” he pointed out. “I don’t think the charm can take that.” He shook his head. “It’s too early for sentimentality.” The bullfighter took another sip of his drink. “Yes, but I don’t think the point of this event was so we could simply talk about how mysterious we find it,” he pointed out.
“Very dramatic,” she said with a smile, referring to the cape flip. “Is that why you chose this costume? For the flair of it all?”
“No, you are probably right. And at least I can still think their names, even if I can’t actually say them. They’re all here somewhere, unless they’ve already left. But I don’t think they would, or not when the bar is so well stocked anyway.” She smiled, because he was probably right. But she quite enjoyed sentimentality. “You don’t? Well why on earth did they bother then? But it’s alright. I won’t bore you with my conspiracy theories.”
