"No?" Fin asked, resting his chin in his palm as he leaned slightly over the table, shoulders slouched as his eyes remained locked on Angelique, always observing- As if he was filling an empty journal in his mind with notes. "I imagine you draw attention where ever you go. You're beautiful, well dressed, statuesque... Not something that goes unnoticed, even in London, where everyone likes to pretend they're too cool to care."