“Do you think…would you like…” He tried to find the words. “I worry that you may become bored here alone. You do look quite the gentleman; I think we might be able to introduce you to some of my set. We could probably attend my club together without attracting too much attention, I don’t really attend balls and whatnot.” He was warming to the idea now. “We could concoct a background for you that would be eminently believable—what?” The look on Samuel’s face brought him up short.
Samuel was looking sad. “That would be wonderful. I would love nothing more than to enjoy some company, some society, I wasn’t always a whore, you know.”
Tristan was shocked. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to infer that you…”
“It wouldn’t work.”
“Don’t say that. We could invent a wonderful story for you.”