<strong>Hector Cobblepot with Valerie and Roxanne at the bar</strong><br/><br/>Hector did not miss the looks that Valerie was shooting between him self and Roxanne. He really didn’t know what the meant but he suspected that it wasn’t good and he really hoped that he was not ruining whatever chances he had with her by trying to be polite with Roxanne. Damn he really couldn’t win with the women in this place could he? Noticing her down the rest of her wine, he took a long moment to study her, hoping that it was not regrets of what had transpired earlier that was driving her drinking habits now.<br/><br/>The poking of a finger in his chest distracted him and it took a moment to figure out what was going on. Looking down at the finger, he followed it to the lovely hand and up the delicate arm to the face of Roxanne who seemed to have suddenly grown angry with him. Her words stung, not only for what they meant but to be ridiculed in such a public place for something that had not happened in public. Who was she to tell him off when it was Valerie’s idea to do it in the first place? The anger that oddly welled up was mostly fueled by Demetri, who was tired of being told off by women. “Who the hell do you think you are telling me off in such a way? You honestly think I don’t know who Valerie Tyree is? Everyone in the Pleasure Dome knows who she is!”<br/><br/>Hector stepped forward, suddenly feel quite aggressive, ignoring the finger that seemed to continue probing his chest. His voice was lower now so that only she could hear as he did not know fear in the face of this arrogant woman. “She knows all about the talents of my paint brushes as it was her idea to try it. I believe she has every right to do as she pleases without your permission. She came to me and I was happy to oblige her desires knowing full well who she is. Maybe you could look beyond yourself and understand that she doesn’t need your protection and that she was only interested in sharing something intriguing, but I guess you are above everyone aren’t you oh great harlot.”<br/><br/>Stepping back from her, he grabbed his glass that apparently had been filled and down the drink before glaring at Roxanne yet again. “I have had enough of the bar for one night. If you still desire you precious private painting than do stop by but leave your superior attitude at the door!”<br/><br/>Turning about, he left the room, not really caring who might be watching or what Roxanne’s reaction might be. Once he had exited the Pleasure Dome, heading down the hallway that would lead to his private studio, he slowed down. Hector was able to come forward and he was suddenly nervous. He couldn’t believe he had just spoken to someone, especially Roxanne, in such a manner but he knew he couldn’t go back now. Shaking his head, he moved forward at a fast pace, wanting to be in his own place.<br/><br/><strong>Moving to Studio</strong><br/>