As Clarke explained the intended audience of VIPs, he frowned. Shit He thought, Italian? Of all the voices in his head, none of them spoke a word of Italian. Laurent knew french, Lucian often ranted in Latin (which always freaked Levi out), and Larissa could speak greek, but no Italian. He licked his lips and said, "Italian isn't in my arsenal of languages unfortunately." It sounded like a rejection of her request and he shook his head, hopefully dispelling her worry. "I guess I'll have to wing it." He said with a grin.
He led them to his own trailer and requested, "Clarke, could you be a dear and wait just a moment for me to prepare?" before disappearing inside. Whether she waited for him or not, he needed to change into his "costume". It was a simple tux with a white button down shirt beneath and a charming black bowtie. He slicked his hair back and slipped pure white gloves onto his hands.
Pushing the door to his trailer open, he exited and moved to follow Clarke to the performance location.