Reborn acknowledged the man's glance with a little nod and hidden smile. This was going to be a very interesting night.
They run into the man a few times that night, making a lazy circuit of the room and the art in it, politely mingling, but not overly familiar or effusive. Exactly the sort of persona that would not attract undue and unwanted attention, or linger long in memory. But it is still almost two hours later, when the wine and champagne have been circulating freely under the supervision of the attentive servers with silver trays, the conversations a little louder, a little less inhibited, that Reborn touches Bianchi's arm, nodding towards their mark.
"Method of delivery?" He asked softly, his voice all but inaudible, the expression on his face completely at odds. "I ask out of professional curiosity, you understand."
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They run into the man a few times that night, making a lazy circuit of the room and the art in it, politely mingling, but not overly familiar or effusive. Exactly the sort of persona that would not attract undue and unwanted attention, or linger long in memory. But it is still almost two hours later, when the wine and champagne have been circulating freely under the supervision of the attentive servers with silver trays, the conversations a little louder, a little less inhibited, that Reborn touches Bianchi's arm, nodding towards their mark.
"Method of delivery?" He asked softly, his voice all but inaudible, the expression on his face completely at odds. "I ask out of professional curiosity, you understand."