[Whatever judgements she may have of him as an individual seems to remain a bit of a mystery. Or she doesn’t seem to have any except that she has a name to with the face and the voice. She does like knowing with whom she’s acquainted. Remotely, anyway.

She remains as she is, resting hand atop her hip as she listens to his explanation, which she’s almost certain is not at all true, but amusing in its own right all the same.]

That is a distinct possibility, but I have a difficult time believing it. You do not seem a man easily enraptured by anything. What do I know, however. I would actually expect you have some expectations you would like to have met by those who think they ought to grace the stage. Have you had any that you genuinely liked?

[Hey, the man with the violin. He was pretty good, right?]