<strong>Hector Cobblepot at the bar with Valerie and Roxanne </strong><br/><br/>Hector could feel the gaze upon him and when he glanced over he noticed the blank look on Roxanne’s face. Oh lord he was going to get it now. He swore he could see the fires burning in Roxanne’s eyes and felt as if his death was swiftly approaching. Even if she didn’t try to kill him outright he was sure that she would do everything in her powers to shame him to such a degree that he would never be able to show his face in this place or any similar place for years to go. Deciding to savor his alcohol, sensing that this might be the last fine drink, he took a hearty swig letting it sit on his tongue to burn the nerves away.<br/><br/>Roxanne’s sudden comment to him nearly sent the mouthful of liquor spraying over the bar in shock. As it was he barely got it down, sputtering and coughing as he tried to overcome the sudden shock of having the Roxanne, best know harlot in the place, asking such things of him. Was he just imagining them? This had to be some trick of Demetri’s to lure him out of his defenses and make him unaware of the storm that was more than likely brewing around him. He was dead then! That had to be the answer. He was dead and this was all some fantasy concocted by his disbelieving mind before he discovered that he truly was dead.<br/><br/>Still sputtering, he leaned over to try and catch his breath and promptly smacked his forehead on the edge of the bare. That rattled the bolts loose and sent him back in a shock of reaction that actually saw him topple backward from his stool and sprawl across the ground. Thankfully Blake was there to sort things out and quickly forced him back to his feet before letting Hector have mental control. Pulling a handkerchief from his waistcoat pocket, he coughed several more times before looking into the faces of Valerie and Roxanne. Shit this wasn’t a fantasy…<br/><br/>Hacking on more time, he straightened himself a little and absently tried to stuff the cloth back into the pocket, but missed and dropped it to the floor, his focus solely upon the two women. “Hmmm? Oh… well… you see… I… it’s… ummm…”<br/><br/>With a sigh, Blake surged forth to take control, Hector’s jumbled tongue being sorted and his voice more fluid and proper, a mild accent barely contained with Blake in control. “An excellent idea and proposal.” Hector, under Blake’s control, slipped into a bow. “I do look forward to the opportunity, both to show the crowd and the honor of painting one as lovely as you. I am sure that many men would beg for such a chance.”<br/><br/>Content, Blake slipped back to let Hector back and control. Several exaggerated blinks might reveal the transition if anyone truly knew Hector’s ‘history’. Hector stood for a long moment just staring at the two women, partly unsure of what had transpired as the memories took along moment to cross between the barriers of multiple consciousnesses located in his scattered brain. “Umm… what works for you Val… Miss Tyree? And when is best for you Miss…miss… Lady Roxanne?”<br/>