Hell, that was unexpected. Perrot set his violin case down, lightly, motioning for Lillian to sit beside him, at the small table.
"Mon amour..." she said, quietly. "Is that...the prince."
He nodded, slightly. "Oui, Lillian...it comes to mind - what exactly is he doing here?"
He sighed, looking back at the serving bar. There was a whole puddle spread about the floor. So -that- was where the crash came from. He didnt have to guess too much to figure out who had done it.
Leaning over to her ear, he whispered "Be mindful, Lillian...we dont want an incident."