"You could've told me we were only there to help make up the numbers. I'd have brought a blanket." Warrick decided to up the game. "Don't worry, I shall know not to ask you next time." Cornered, Toreth shrugged. "I've had worse afternoons. Didn't you say they do evening performances in bars? That wouldn't be so bad. Something to drink..." His hand dropped below the table and Warrick felt a touch on his knee, then fingertips walking slowly up his thigh. "Nice dark seats at the back."----So Warrick cares just a bit more for it to not matter at all, but not enough for it to make a difference. Good to know. It isn't really a newsflash, though.