The handsome man sitting next to Lela gives the strange French man (with the spanish accent) a withering look and begins to reach towards him.
Just then, the Six in the Chamber music begins and Lela's hand reaches out, landing on the muscular man's shoulder.
"We don't want any blood ruining this dress. Don't hurt him unless you have too.
"Willy!" Lela's whisper is suddenly dreamy. She leans back into the hard seat of her chair. "He's even cuter than before."
The man with the bow tie's jelous look is only matched by the evil glare he gives the French man. Somehow or other, it's all his fault. . .
But, not wanting to anger Lela, he folds his massive arms and rests his head on his chair's soft headrest.