George's mind rattled, as he watched the pop star displaying the ten of spades, calculating everyone's seats in comparison to his own. Once he worked it all out, he moved around the table, sorting out their positions. "Thank you." he returned to the compliment to his style. "I'd like to keep things fair and honest. Could you please take the chair directly across from mine, mister... I'm afraid I missed your name. Mine's George, in case anyone missed or forgot."<br/><br/>"Claire, your seat will be to his left." he informed her, already pulling the chair in a convenient angle for her to sit down, as his eyes went over to the other male person in the room. "And you, sir, could you sit to his right?"<br/><br/>After Claire got to her seat, he would move to the next chair, left of Claire's, again playing the polite host, as he readied it for the miss in the leather minidress. "This will be your seat, miss... Shiva, right? If I'm not mistaking, you're that singer from the middle east that's been giving shows around LA recently?"