Now there was something his readers would love. A good tragedy to spice things up! Gareth quickly drank some of his forgotten tea and made a note. "I'm very sorry for your loss, Miss Dmitriev. I imagine there is usually little time for romance on the stage?" He didn't believe that. As far as he knew, performers fucked away, but it was a little rude to ask that, so a reversed question would have to do.