Becks quirked an amused eyebrow at Miss Pendergast; what a tease that was! "I see how it is," He passed her a bemused smile and took a sip of his drink. "Give a man a hint of a story and that's all. Leads me to believe I've got a bad reputation among the debutantes or something." Honestly Becks was just teasing her. He didn't know Mrs. Pettigrew well enough for there to be much for her to say about him, right? He and Thom were on genial enough terms after all. Then again they were competitors as well. It was just the way of the league really.

Then again, Beckett wasn't so sure he minded either being the subject of discussion among the young ladies, nor having a reputation in that respect either. He was a flirt and he knew it. It was much more fun that way. Taking the "wife hunt" too seriously was boring and not for him. That's what his mother was for. It was far more worth his time to charm his way around the room rather than to have serious discussions and considerations. "At least it means I'm not easily forgotten." He cast a wink in her direction this time. It was perhaps a little bold, but that was Becks in a nutshell.