The news he was greeted with upon her return was unexpected, to say the least. He was always rather surprised by the idea of Antigone even having friends, so he had hardly expected one to intrude on his plans for the evening. The idea of going to someone's house was rather odious, but he wasn't going to let her go alone. There was no telling when she might come home if she was left to her own devices, and she could feasibly even opt to spend the night with the other woman — stranger things had happened — which would drag this game of cat-and-mouse that he'd initiated on for days. A little more building of tension before they reached the bedroom probably couldn't hurt, but he certainly didn't have the energy to keep it up indefinitely.

"Of course not," he said with a tight smile. His tone was bland. There was no point in trying to fool her into believing he really meant that when of course she knew better. She had been intending to disappoint him and set him off of his plan for the evening, but he intended to show her he was undeterred. "I've spoken to her husband before at the club. I'm sure I'll be able to occupy myself while you chat."