She notices he's watching almost immediately. Merritt's giving her signals through mindless (and meaningless) flirting. A hitched brow, a small flicker of his eyes to the left. She raises her brows in return.

"Something on your mind, Daniel?" Merritt's simpering voice teases, head twists and Henley looks too. Immediately Danny is looking at the ground, shuffling cards like he hadn't been staring only seconds before.

"You shouldn't be flirting on the job, it's unprofessional." He's spluttering, and the two on the couch share an amused look.

"Sorry, I thought we weren't working right now, or wasn't that what you told Jack?" He'd sauntered off to go practice in another empty room after Danny had practically dismissed him.

"Yeah, Danny, I thought we were just waiting to go onstage." Henley turns to gaze at him, and she's greeted with a familiar scowl. The redhead can't help and smirk back.

"Whatever, just stop talking. You're making me lose focus." How he managed to get on her nerves every time amazed Henley beyond belief. There's a tutting sound, and that smirk manages to grow a bit. It probably wasn't very smart to get Danny riled up before a show, but boy, was it amusing.

"It's a free country, Daniel. And I can't let an opportunity to talk to this lovely lady slide on by." Merritt still has that teasing tone, and when Henley looks at him, he winks. Rolls her eyes in return, fixing one of her gloves as Danny grunts.

"Talk quieter, then." Irritation settles, and Henley stands.

"I think I'm going to use the bathroom. Someone tell me where that is." She may know every exit out of the place like the back of her hand, but there were some things her mind tended to let slip to make up for other important information.

"Down the hall." Jack enters, "Thaddeus Bradley has arrived." In a single motion, everyone rolls their eyes.

"Well, he'll have to do a lot to get back here." Henley mutters, taking steps out of the room. She knows Danny will follow, seems he can't leave her alone. It'd been a day since he'd pulled her into the closet, and she knows him well enough to see that he'll get them alone again. No kissing, this time. She won't allow that.

"Henley, wait." Hook. Line. And sinker.

"Danny, I thought I told you we don't have time to deal with this now." She turns on her heels, they slam on the floor and for a second she thinks he flinches.

"I've been thinking." Curt response, and there's an eerie silence from the room that proves the other two are listening in closely.

"It's been a day, Danny. Don't we have other more pressing matters to concern ourselves with?" His jaw clenches, and eyes look down at the floor like they had moments before when she had been sitting on the couch.

"I've been thinking a lot more than just a day, Henley." She can't believe him! So maybe her ears hadn't deceived her, less than 24 hours ago, so what? Men and their damn habits.

"So have I." She gives him a small, almost sad smile. "I think we can wait a few more."

Turns on her heels and strides away before he can respond, but she can still hear the cards he'd been messing with hitting the wall violently and splattering all over the floor.

When she gets back she notices he hadn't even bothered to pick them up.