She sensed him before she saw him. The man certainly knew how to make an entrance: that... energy he presented as it sat in waiting as a cat in the jungle behind a casual, yet friendly expression. No, that wasn't what caught her attention at all.<br/><br/>No. It was his confidence. And, maybe his arrogance. That smile held something particular behind it--danger... and something else. Something dark. Audrey needed to fight to hide the shiver of excitement that ran up her spine. She knew who he was as soon as she did finally look up from her Surface laptop. It<i>was </i>James Thackery. (Of course, it helped that she just so happened to have a photo of him enlarged on her screen just then). Audrey didn't bother trying to hide it. He was a smart man--the King of Spade--if he didn't already know she was hot on his trail she was going to be be sorely disappointed.<br/><br/>Raising an eyebrow, she couldn't help but smile as he joined her at the table, and rather aptly replacing her beer. She liked this man already. "Why thank you, Mr. Thackery," she greeted him, and rather gently shook his hand before taking his offered beer and raised the bottle with an unspoken toast. "I'm not at all surprised to see you here."<br/><br/>That was, of course, a lie. She was totally surprised, but he didn't need to know that. Slowly, she took a long sip of the malty drink. "So, tell me," she said with a playful smirk, "do you just want to give me the painting now, or do you just want to wait until I take it back?"