"Is there anything you regret giving up?" To be fair, Thomas knew that it wasn't the sort of question that people generally liked answering; he was lucky, he supposed, in that he'd gotten into ballet from the beginning and giving something up had never really factored into the picture. His gaze remained on her face as he shifted in his seat, getting more comfortable in the chair he was sitting in. (The fact that the question wasn't one she had to answer was one that remained implicit; he didn't figure it needed to be said.)