If Annabelle had to be completely honest with herself she would admit that she kind of liked Cameron. He was straight forward, direct. Something that she appreciated in people. In France there was always a lot of verbal waltzing, dancing around the truth and sending cutting remarks behind pristine smiles. Annabelle herself had gotten quite skilled at the art, but that didn't mean she had to like it at all.<br/><br/>Annabelle shrugged at the question. "I've had the odd visitor here and there. Picked out of the line up, but never requested." She leaned back into her chair and sighed before crossing her legs at her ankles. "No one returns though. Wonder what that says of my services?" She mumbled. Annabelle had been feeling a bit insecure as of late. With no firm hand to guide her she found that she often wandered through things instead of really focusing and giving her all.<br/><br/>Annabelle smiled as her violin was brought up. "Oh no, it's very strong. It's beautiful really, one of a kind. It was made for me for a birthday. I've had it a long time." She thought back fondly to her home and how she had entertained guests on numerous occasions with either a popular composition or one that she had written herself. Sometimes she simply played as her mood dictated not following any notes or model.<br/><br/>As Cameron spoke Annabelle smiled mischievously. "Do not tell me that they keep you in the basement for lack of customers?" She said with a teasing grin. She shook her head. "And where might you be so late at night? That is, if you don't mind me prying. However you don't seem to mind prying me for information."  She turned to him resting her cheek on her hand as she propped her elbow on the arm of the chair. "So, where<em>do</em>you go exactly?"