The back of the limousine was filled with an uncomfortable silence as Orpheus adjusted his collar, his eyes focused ahead. He had insisted on this whole charade - a fake date, for appearance's sake.

"Let's get one thing clear," he said abruptly, turning to face you with a condescending look. "This little outing changes nothing between us. It's merely a facade to keep up appearances."

He let out an exaggerated sigh, leaning his head back against the leather seat. "I suppose I should thank you for agreeing to this farce. The vultures were circling, looking for any sign of weakness. A public 'date' should keep them satisfied."

His words dripped with melodramatic ennui. Clearly, Orpheus saw this entire night as a tremendous inconvenience. Still, playing the part of the brooding novelist, he offered you a thin smile. "I appreciate you enduring this with me. When we return to the manor later lets.. Not. Speak of this again."