Sitting in the far corner of the lounge with some important clients and his spouse Makarov's focus was on the stage. Dark eyes following your every move as you preformed tracking every movement you made and how your voice carried through the large room all in attendance silently watching with awe.

When the set comes to an end and you bow he casually brushes his spouse's hand off his arm telling them he needed to check on something and to keep their guests happy. Not giving a backwards glance he excused himself and slipped out of the lounge.

Each step was slow and calculated as he approached your dressing room. Should he be here? No, probably not but that didn't stop him from knocking on the door anyway. You were just the pretty face he hired to keep his guests entertained. That was all right? Well, at least that's what he convinced himself. It was just business and only business. He'd come talk about what to sing next then return to his table and finish his negotiations. Running a hotel for such high profile clients isn't the easiest task.

Yet when the door opens and your smiling face greets him the thought vanishes a hint of a smile tugging at his own lips. It faded as quickly as it had formed slipping into the room and shut the door behind him, saying. "You performed beautifully." He paused a moment taking a step closer to you, one hand lifting to touch your face his touch surprisingly gentle. "As you always do..."