He opened his mouth again and Febby's whole demeanor changed. The statement itself gave her mixed emotions... Just yesterday he'd been all about her reputation and the fact the the newspaper article was wrong about her, now he was saying, well it almost sounded like he was accusing her, of what, not being new to this? This was far from her first kiss, but that didn't make her a harlot. He certainly hadn't seemed to mind just a moment ago.

The haze of clouded judgement and excitement ebbed as she started to disentangle herself from him, trying to keep her uncertainty and frankly, the hurt, off her face. She made a concentrated effort to remain passive and though she couldn't step back from him, she could nudge him backwards with a gentle push. Space would give her room to think and sthe rather thought it was time for him to take his owl and leave. "You should go." It was a quiet request, no hint of emotion to it as she crossed her arms and tried desperately to keep herself together.