He watched her as she moved to take her seat.  Her words barely registered as Roarke's eyes widened at the sight of her bared skin.  Despite his usual talent for guarding his expressions, his face showed the rush of pain and dark jealousy that welled up inside him.  He looked away, trying to regain his composure as he forced his voice to some semblance of calm.<br/><br/>"Who?"<br/><br/>His voice cracked and failed before he could manage more and so he left that lone word as his question and drew a long breath instead as he tried to push everything back down that had had just erupted.