Even sitting relaxed on a bar stool, the white-haired man whose name he didn't know triggered every bell in his mind that said 'dangerous'. When he moved, he did so with the economic grace of a fighter. Well, lucky he wasn't here on business.

He couldn't quite help a rueful smile as he reminded himself that if nothing went awry he never would be anywhere on business again.

As the redhead addressed him, he turned to face him. "There's nothing to forgive," he said. "I assume you had your reasons..." for falling apart like that. "...for being preoccupied."