<strong>Hector Cobblepot, Playground area at the bar</strong><br/><br/>With a sigh, Hector pulled himself fully to the present and set his thoughts aside for now. All of the commotion was making it hard anyways and he knew that a better place to study his own mind would be in the privacy of his chambers. Glancing around, he found his drink full once more and Valerie still sitting a few seats away. For a second he glanced at her but noticed that she seemed to be focused on her drink. With a glance around he noticed that Chang did not seem to be around. How curious that was. With a shrug to himself, he decided that he might as well talk to someone rather than sit alone.<br/><br/>Slowly getting up from his seat, he moved over to settle next to Valerie. He didn’t know what her reaction would be to him settling next to her as he wasn’t sure if she was mad at him for what had transpired. Still he figured he could say hello and act civil. For several long seconds he didn’t speak as he was trying to figure out what to say to her. Where did he possibly begin with her? It seemed utterly stupid to make small talk after what they had done in his chambers but he wasn’t sure that coming on strong like a lover would be the wisest of moves, especially with several of the harlots still about and he figured they would probably keep a close eye upon Valerie.<br/><br/>Grasping at anything he could, his eyes settled on her glass of wind, the stem clasped in those delicate, wonderful fingers and he swallowed. He needed to focus on keeping the sexual memories apart from their public appearance together as he was not looking to dig his own grave anytime soon. Swallow hard, his tongue darted at his suddenly dry lips and he attempted a casual smile.  “How’s the wine Valer… Miss Tyree?” Best not to use her first name in public, at least he figured it would be best.<br/>