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Slii Arhem
Cabaret
Dionysius frowns slightly. This was interesting, but not going at all as planned. Ah well, the night was young, and he could move on to pester someone else. No sense in ruining the lady's night any further.
"I have, perhaps soured your mood while intending to lift it. For that I apologize, and I shall abdicate before I cause you further distress. Before I go, though, a card. Just in case you wish to talk under more formal circumstances."
From the inside pocket of his plum coat, Dio withdraws a brushed silver cigarette case and popping the clasp. Inside is a stack of dark red business cards, pinned down by a curved metal arm on a spring. He withdraws one, and then slides it across the table, slipping it expertly under Grace's champagne glass.
"Shall I take my leave then? I hope you manage to find someone more to your taste than I, and have a grand evening with them."