She wasn't left waiting too long, offering her trademark timid smile as Dmitri answered to let her in. It wasn't her first time in his train car and she was sure that it wouldn't be her last. She let her gaze wander over the familiar sights, setting down her instrument to pick up a pencil and notepad that she often left in his quarters. As she turned back to face him she was met with a hand gently across her cheek, her eyes closing. It did often surprise her how gentle that Dmitri could be. She had seen his bad side a few times before and she often recalled a few other performers warning her of his temper and harsh words. She liked to think that he simply lashed out because he was lonely. She knew from experience that he was more than capable of showing at least some sort of affection. Perhaps that's why she worked so hard to give good shows lately.
She remembered how nervous she'd been during her very first performance, being laughed right out of the tent when she froze. It had been Bastian who'd saved their act. Dmitri had been half an inch away from hitting her and his face had been soo red from screaming at her. She had only fumbled a few times after that, getting rid of her stage fright with enough practice. Dmitri had been much kinder after that. He had even been more receptive to her advances than she thought he'd be. She initially was just sleeping with him to keep Sebastian around after Dmitri threatened to get rid of him. But she had to admit that she had grown quite fond of spending time with him. He might not be as attractive as some of the other men but he certainly had his own charm. The naive nineteen year old held out the notepad with her reply written on it, placing her free hand atop of his resting on her cheek, stepping a bit closer.
Я тільки думав, що ви, можливо, потрібна компанія. Я міг би продовжувати, якщо хочете.
Translation; I only thought that you might want some company. I could go if you wish.