The Barge is another world. Norton categorizes it in his head as something between his public school experience and a Soho club. A place where he can earn alliances through courtships and zhoosh himself up like Mae West for fun and get only compliments.
This is different. This is a real city. So just before the lift opens, Norton instinctively drops Neal's hand. He knows there's no risk of arrest, but he also knows there's still other sorts of risk. It's one thing to drop a bit of innuendo in front of the FBI agents. That was almost a form of power play. But out in the city there's no telling how strangers may react.
He brightens in excitement when Neal mentions a taxi, though.
"Are the taxis yellow, like in the films?" Norton's ridden in cabs plenty of times, but a London cab isn't a New York taxi.
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This is different. This is a real city. So just before the lift opens, Norton instinctively drops Neal's hand. He knows there's no risk of arrest, but he also knows there's still other sorts of risk. It's one thing to drop a bit of innuendo in front of the FBI agents. That was almost a form of power play. But out in the city there's no telling how strangers may react.
He brightens in excitement when Neal mentions a taxi, though.
"Are the taxis yellow, like in the films?" Norton's ridden in cabs plenty of times, but a London cab isn't a New York taxi.