[The fact that he doesn't look around is indeed noted, but she doesn't bring it up. Ball doesn't seem like the type to have such easy tells, and it would be foolish to assume he would be so obvious.
Instead, he offers her a game.
She returns his smile, and she can't hide the competitive edge in it. While Diana isn't usually one for games, her interest has been piqued, and her spirit demands she follow through on this investigation. And he's already given her a clue, which he probably realizes: that the artist doesn't like the limelight. It isn't much to go on, but she'll chalk it up to six pieces of information instead of five.]
I suppose one is never too old for games. [Though she's referring to herself, she doesn't actually know how much he knows. Belatedly, she hopes he doesn't take offense.
She tilts her own head, a mirror of his, considering. She has no guarantee he'll answer honestly, and it isn't as if she'd stoop to using the Lasso on him to make sure he remains true. It would be an affront to the gods to use it for something relatively small, in the grand scheme of things. No, she'll just have to take this leap of faith, and send a prayer up to the spirit of Zeus that she doesn't fall flat on her face.]
Did they attend tonight's auction as an invited guest?
[Not everyone was. The artist in question could be a plus one. But based on Ball's choice of rumor, she's fairly confident in the knowledge that they're here, and guest lists can be acquired. Either way, it may give her a starting point.]
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Instead, he offers her a game.
She returns his smile, and she can't hide the competitive edge in it. While Diana isn't usually one for games, her interest has been piqued, and her spirit demands she follow through on this investigation. And he's already given her a clue, which he probably realizes: that the artist doesn't like the limelight. It isn't much to go on, but she'll chalk it up to six pieces of information instead of five.]
I suppose one is never too old for games. [Though she's referring to herself, she doesn't actually know how much he knows. Belatedly, she hopes he doesn't take offense.
She tilts her own head, a mirror of his, considering. She has no guarantee he'll answer honestly, and it isn't as if she'd stoop to using the Lasso on him to make sure he remains true. It would be an affront to the gods to use it for something relatively small, in the grand scheme of things. No, she'll just have to take this leap of faith, and send a prayer up to the spirit of Zeus that she doesn't fall flat on her face.]
Did they attend tonight's auction as an invited guest?
[Not everyone was. The artist in question could be a plus one. But based on Ball's choice of rumor, she's fairly confident in the knowledge that they're here, and guest lists can be acquired. Either way, it may give her a starting point.]