Oh. Oh.

That's why the Madame had sent him. (Couldn't she have just said that?)

He tilts his head back, body language shifting, becoming more seductive. "I can be very pleasing?"

Bill gives what may be the most painfully fake smile Nova has seen. "Thank you but I, ah...genuinely do have some hangups."

-Yeah, he can tell that that's very fake. "If you're...sure?"

Bill's smile falters more or less immediately, and he nods. "Nothing wrong with you, of course, I just...am working to limit some of my appetites, which the Madame tends to disagree with."

He nods, bobs in something that's a weird mix of a bow and a curtsey. "Understood, sir. Sorry to bother you."

Bill's lips quirk just a little, genuinely. "No need apologize. Now, I imagine that the Madame isn't expecting you for a moment, so feel free to a take a break. It's a busy night and I bet you could use one."

-Oh, yup, there's definitely some relieft there, well hidden, but definitely there. "Thank you, sir."

And, provided Bill doesn't stop him, he'll take his leave?

He's free to go.

Meanwhile, Bill gets back to paperwork, of which there is still a small mountain's worth to review, confirm, sign-off, tabulate, etc.

That said, after that night, the madame appears to be making a point to make sure that Nova keeps crossing Mr Wright's path. She's subtle enough about it, but it will become increasingly obvious.