Who Needs a Dream? Who Needs Ambition?

"A reporter!" Freddie replied brightly. Walter had kept him away from the reporters to avoid any of the bad press he'd gotten in Merano and so he could look the more secure player after Sergievsky bombed his interview today. Which was a guarantee, if what Walter told him was right. But of course, keeping him away from the reporters only made him more eager to talk to one. He leaned towards the other man, getting in Lex's personal space as if it was his right. "Then aren't you lucky I offered to share your cab. I promise, your in for a real treat when we get to the studio. And..." Then he reached out with one hand and set it on Lex's knee, slowly moving it upward. "perhaps I can interest you in a...private...interview later?"