His cold exterior broke once Juliet spoke, Rhys being unable to hold back letting out a long huff. Really, that was what she was going to start with? His date looked like a maid. Any woman could be a maid, their occupation did not rise or sink there level of attractiveness. In fact, Rhys knew of many a men at the firm that throughly enjoyed the looks of their family maids. But they weren't there to talk about Matthieu, now were they?
"They lack the presence and necessary nurture of their mother," Rhys responded, choosing to ignore her side comment. He was not here for petty side stabs, only event-changing statements accompanied by side glares to a select other in his presence. "Tell me, do you even remember what they look like?" He spoke in such an innocent tone it was nearly believable. Like they weren't setting up their pieces for the potential full-battle blow out.
"Their names, perhaps?" Rhys stood stiff, doing his best to ignore the creeping emotions within him that sprouted once he saw her. What was this? Surely it could not be relief, or pleasure in the sight of finally seeing her. How long had it been, exactly? While he had never sat down to think about it, he and Juliet had spent a great amount of time apart from each other in the past months--- more than they had ever experienced in their relationship.
He blinked, finding these feelings annoying and unnecessary. There was no time for them, he was in a mind field right now and losing was not an option. Refocusing, Rhys too crossed his arms over his chest, paying no attention to Catherine or Matthieu, only Juliet.
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