Trixie smiled slightly as he tightened his arm around her, sinking eagerly into him. She blinked at the ominous words, looking down at the card with small huff. She looked back up at Matt and nodded, taking the card and gently lifting his suit jacket away from his body to tuck it into one of the inside pocket. "Well, I prefer not dying, so you can throw that away whenever." She teased, following his gaze to Stanley and shooting him a small smile. She hesitated when she looked back and most definitely saw Matt's eyes follow Kiara, but did her best to brush it off as he spoke. "Uhm, you mean we?"

"Gladly" Matt said with a smile, removing his hand gently from Trixie's waist to press it onto his stomach, the very faint but worrying pain from the wound flaring up slightly. He looked at her and gave a weak smile as she spoke, followed by a shrug. "Fine, I'll come with you. But don't be surprised if you're put in the spotlight because they recognise me" he said with a slight laugh, heading off from the spot they had been standing and beckoning for Trixie to follow. He watched as two more important looking people headed over, this time little friendlier. "They're about the richest people here, im pretty sure they work with Stanley on proffesional photoshoots." He said quietly, looking at a brunette man who had stopped in front of them. He waffled on for a while about what he did-exactly what Matt said, and then looked down at Trixie. "I've seen you on previous shoots." He said slowly, not elaborating any further for a while. "Are you together with him?" He asked, nodding in Matts direction.

Trixie loosened her grip on him but kept her arm around him as he removed his. She huffed at his comment, then shook her head. "Moral support, right?" She joked, walking with him easily until he stopped and she could watch the two people approach. She listened to his explanation with a small nod, offering the new arrival a warm smile. She listened intently (or tried to) to the man as he continued on about what he did. She nodded lightly as he told her she had been seen before, expecting some sort of elaboration. Which he did not. "Uhm, yes. I've only been modeling a short while, but I've done quite a few shoots." She smiled, blinking at the question, nodding slowly. "Well, yes. In some definitions of the word. It depends on exactly what you mean." She joked.

The man gave a short laugh at Trixie's words, his eyes flitting from Matt and her rather quickly. "Partnered with him, has Stanley put you both together?" He asked, gesturing towards the bald man who was watching them from quite far away. He then added an unneeded, and slightly uncomfortable, comment. "I'd rather you were seperate relationship wise anyway, its unprofessional" he spoke, and Matt shifted from one foot to another, keeping his gaze firmly on the surroundings. He was very zoned out with his eyes, unaware he was staring right at Ava in the process. The man frowned at the lack of words, but seemed intent on only talking to Trixie anyway. "Anyway, as we know you work with Stanley. How would you feel signing to our contract? You'd get double the money, its two companies. You're just more publicised." he explained, offering a warm smile.

Trixie gave a small nod of recognition, glancing at Stanley. "Yeah. He's my shoot partner." She smiled, letting it fall signifigantly at the man's comment. She narrowed her eyes at him and tightened her grip around his waist. "Well then, good thing your preference doesn't matter to me." She quipped lightly, forcing a smile with a solidly flat look in her eyes. "Right, contract. If you wouldn't mind sending it to me so I can look it over, then I'll consider it and get back to you." She nodded, giving him a somewhat cold smile and turning to stalk off, dragging Matt with her.

Matt had virtually no time to respond, or even take much notice of what Trixie had said to the man, because he found himself being dragged away from the two rather quickly, and it took him some time to catch up on her words. "I'm not sure theres any need to be rude?" He asked, tilting his head slightly. As much as he made out he didn't want Trixie to act the way she did in front of people like that, to him it was..attractive. Obviously. "Anyway what was the problem" he asked with a small frown, settling himself against the wall to look at her, giving a weak smile.

"Well, there wasn't any need for him to be presumptuous, was there?" Trixie huffed. "I was only as rude as he was." She shrugged, releasing him and crossing her arms to watch him. She gave him a slightly shocked look that he didn't understand her 'problem'. "I'm not going to let anyone, much less some almighty rich guy who thinks his word is law, force their opinion on me. Some things I can handle, but that I just can't." She huffed, leaning against the wall beside him.

Matt raised his eyebrows, looking at Trixie with a slightly amused smile. "All he said was it would be unproffesional. Which it would" He shrugged slightly, completely going against his own actions, having kissed her multiple times. "Anyway, he was just covering for his own past. Its a long story. Do you wanna get a drink?" He asked, with a playful smile, twizzling his rings round his fingers as he waited for an answer.

"He could've said that without acting like he had a say over my decisions, couldn't he?" Trixie grumbled, rolling her eyes. "It's always a long story." She mumbled, flopping her head against his shoulder with a dramatic huff. "Yes." She nodded, standing and glancing around.

"he might aswell have a say over your decisions, it'll be better for all of us" Matt sighed, standing up straight and starting off towards the bar, raking his hand through his hair. "I think you having offers from the two biggest companies here says a lot. I doubt you need me to be with you" he added thoughtfully, sititng down at the bar.