Monet takes a seat, and Tate plucks a few slices of cheese from his plate before sliding it towards her; he has a feeling she won't want any of it, but it's worth a try. As she explains her current difficulties, his lips curl up into a smile and he takes a bite of cheese, gaze shifting out towards the rest of the dance, looking for Henry. He refocuses on Monet after a clearly cursory search, leaning in a little himself. Intrigue is kind of fun.

"What's your weapon? And are you tailing Henry to murder him?"