Jack nodded a little bit. "Yes. Oh, that makes sense." at the words about it getting solitary, he nodded a little bit. "Yeah, I understand that." he said with a smile. "And hey, if you're lonely, where better to go than the big city?" he smiled up at Alexei.
Jules let out a soft laugh. "Ah, I understand that. Perhaps you will see one while you are here in France?"
“Précisément,” he replied. “I rarely spend time at my house. Only to sleep there, if even then,” he admitted. He looked up to the ceiling, then back to Jack. He’d caught Jack’s flirtatious look from earlier, and he didn’t seem to mind.
“Perhaps,” Francis nodded. Maybe now that he was older, he would be able to follow along with the plot. Only then would he be able to truly enjoy another opera. “Is there one on soon?”
Jack smirked a little bit. "Ah, I see. Then were do you sleep, monsieur, if not in your home?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. He wondered if Alexei was like him; that would be quite an interesting way to spend time.
Jules checked the time. "In about half an hour, I believe." he replied with a quick smile.
“Ehm, sometimes Inns. Some times I am invited by hospitalier people into their houses for the night. They don’t like me riding home alone on my horse in the dark,” he gave a lopsided smile back. It closely resembled a smirk.
“Half an hour,” Francis echoed, “Were you expecting to see this one?”
Jack nodded a little. "So you spend your nights in inns and others homes." He replied slowly. What about their beds? He blinked, running a hand through his hair.
Jules shrugged. "If you and the Montagues would like to, then yes." He replied.
“Not every night, but…oui, sometimes. “He nodded slowly, taking Jack’s reaction as disapproval. “The others’ homes are eh, how you say, family friends.”
“I’m willing to watch a show,” he glanced over at Elizabeth, “As long as you are willing.”
Jack smiled a bit. "I mean…I wouldn't disapprove if they weren't." He replied, listing his head to one side and looking at the Frenchman with raised eyebrows. "Besides, I've done the same, many a night."
Elizabeth blinked. "Oh, of course." She replied with a quick smile. "That would be lovely."
Jules smiled. "Then…we only need monsieur Montague." He replied.
“Oh, have you?” Alexei shifted. He curled his leg back and rested his foot on the wall. He raised his eyebrows back at Jack in return. “Many people disapprove. Say, How much french do you know?”
Francis glanced over at Jack and the other man, “Monsieur Montague seems to be happy…socializing, or whatever he’s doing.”
Jack nodded. "Yeah, I have." He frowned. "Juste un petit peu. Pas assez pour une bonne communication. Je sais comment dire "merci", "vous êtes les bienvenus" et "vous avez de beaux yeux". C'est ça.." He said, looking at Alexei.
Jules glanced over as well. "I…yes, I see. We should still speak to him, non?"
“Aha,” he laughed at the last comment Jack knew how to say. “That’s good, because Je n'ai jamais embrassé un homme,” He lowered his voice, and lifted his hand to scratch his head again.
“We should interrupt anyway, I think,” Francis sighed, “Before he disappears.”
Jack cocked his head a little bit, a slow smile spreading on his face. "And…do you consider that a good thing, or a bad thing, monsieur?" he asked, raising his eyebrows at Alexei curiously.
Jules frowned a little. "There is not anywhere for him to really disappear to, Monsieur Olivier." he said slowly.
“Depends,” he answered with a toothy grin. “To be honest, I wasn’t hoping you would not understand that.” He laughed, “But I’m glad you did.”
“Let’s hope not…” he kept watching Jack. “Should we dare ask him about the show now?”
Jack leaned just a little closer to Alexei, his smile turning daring, a troublemaker's smile and a gleam in his eyes. "Hm. What does it depend on?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.
Jules looked over, and sighed softly. "I do not know. You would know him better than I do."
“On the person,” Alexei replied. Even quieter, in a hushed voice he added, “And where we are.” He turned so he could face Jack instead of looking at him over his shoulder.
“I don’t know either, I only just met him yesterday. Elizabeth?” He glanced over to her for her input.
Jack smirked, eyes traveling over Alexei. "In that case…why don't we find somewhere private, and I can show you what embrasser un autre homme is like." he met Alexei's eyes.
Elizabeth let out a breath. "I don't know. I don't see much of my brother, and when I do…" she shrugged a little, not wanting to say something more in front of Jules.
“Oh?” Alexei’s mouth spread into a considering grim while his eyes scanned Jack’s face. “If we can find one, then yes.”
“Ah,” Francis breathed, assuming what she meant when she trailed off. He looked over at Jack and Alexei again. “Or we could go without him.”
Jack smiled at Alexei, running a hand through his golden locks. "Do you know if they rent private boxes here? Or rooms?" He asked, cocking his head slightly at the Frenchman.
Elizabeth nodded. "That might be best. He knows the way back to the DeFunt's home." She said.
“No rooms.” He watched Jack’s hand travel through his hair. “But there are private boxes in the grande salle for counts and the rich.”
Francis agreed. Alexei didn’t seem dangerous, so it might be best if he let Jack alone on this one. He didn’t seem to necessarily be hurting anything.
Jack nodded a little bit. "Hm." He thought for a moment. He had letters of credit from his father, and money…but could he afford a private box? Could he justify such expense? He didn't know.
Jules looked between the two. "So? What are we going to do?"
“There may be a box already rented in my family name,” he remembered. “They rent a private box for every show, even if they do not come to every show.”
“I say we see the show with or without Montague,” Francis commented.
Jack nodded. "Shall we check, then?" He asked, quirking his eyebrows at Alexei curiously.
Jules nodded. "Alright. Come on, then." He led Elizabeth and Francis over to the counter to purchase tickets.
“Oui, Monsieur,” he dipped his head, reluctantly turning away from Jack. He headed over to the ticket booth to find out which booth was his family’s, where he met Francis and the others.
Francis gave Alexei a suspicious look, but he nodded politely in greeting.
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Jack followed Alexei over, quiet as he did so. He glanced at Francis and his sister and Jules, but didn't speak. He put his hands in his pockets.
Jules got the tickets.
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Francis nodded politely at Jack as well as Alexei, silent as long as Jack was.
Alexei waited for Jules to get the tickets, and when he was done went up to the counter and asked, “Ma famille a une boîte louée sous le nom de Silvestre, je me demandais quel numéro était la boîte?”
Jules held up the tickets to Francis and Elizabeth. "I managed to snag us a semi-private box." He said proudly. "So we will only be sharing it with a few other people."
Jack smiled a little. He looked at Francis, Jules, and his sister. "I'll meet up with you guys afterwards, mmkay?"
“Ah, perfect,” Francis smiled, “Semi-private is better than the ground seats.” He turned to Jack, “Alright, see you then, Montague.”
Alexei finished talking to the man at the ticket booth, thanking him for the information, and turned back to Jack. “Our box number is thirty-six.”
Jack nodded. "I'll see you, Olivier." He replied. He looked at Alexei, and smiled lightly. "Ah, good. Thank you." He tipped an imaginary hat to Alexei, flirtatiousness in every movement.
Jules smiled, and handed Francis the slip that was his ticket, giving Elizabeth hers as well.
Francis took the ticket, scanning over it briefly with a small smile.
“de rien,” Alexei grinned. “I believe the box is upstairs. Ready to go…watch the show?” He winked.
Jules beckoned, leading Francis and Elizabeth into the theater and to the box they would be sharing.
Jack smirked a little bit. "But of course, monsieur." He replied with a bow. "Lead the way." He cocked his head to the side, watching Alexei.
Francis followed Jules to the box, clasping his hands behind his back.
Alexei grinned back, and began to walk towards the staircase, their tickets in hand. He scaled the stairs, hand brushing the railing to keep balance as he climbed.