Embarrassed about her slip up and the following blush, Febby simply shook her head slowly and sighed. She was done with this; being purposefully stubborn wasn't fun anymore. She felt silly and she hated being a frivolous airhead who blushed like a school girl who let a man get under her skin. She'd enjoyed the witty banter they'd started with when they'd first met and even at the beginning of her visit to the ministry. Now, however, she rather thought it would be bet to just cooperate and move on.

"Whatever you think is best." Wrapping this whole ordeal would be easiest and clearly he knew how to handle it. I'll answer any inquiries to the best of my ability." She sighed again slowly, shoulder slumped as she looked down at her lap. Febby's annoyance, much like her anger, was white-hot and quick to flare. It was also slow to ebb, but once it did, she could at least make en effort to be reasonable.