[ For a moment, he remains expressionless in the face of her refusal. Then a smile spreads and he claps his hands together, gesturing widely a moment later in that 'mi casa es su casa' way. ]

Suit yourself.

[ He stands, turns around his desk, and takes a seat in his own chair. A deference to her control of the situation designed to make her feel more comfortable, or a boast of his own ego that he doesn't need to stand at some psychological edge in that way. It's unclear which. Maybe he just really wanted to sit down. ]

I could say the same of you. How did you get into performing arts, exactly? You aren't the talent, and as I understand it, most managers make a pitstop or at least an attempt at their own act prior to settling in behind the scenes.