As the dance continued, Adrestia maintained the delicate balance between charm and intrigue. While she recognized the interest that Seneca had shown, she remained cautious, her mind always focused on her ultimate objectives. Seneca was a means to an end, a piece of the puzzle she needed to manipulate to achieve her goals.

"Miss Lestrange, you flatter me with your proposal," Adrestia responded, her tone a mixture of warmth and subtle distance. "Of course I would be delighted to keep in touch. It's not often that I encounter someone who shares my appreciation for the complexities of life." catlike and purring with her thumb rubbing circles on the back of Seneca's hand. She understood the power of manipulation, the art of influencing others to achieve her own ends. Seneca's interest was a useful tool, a thread she could pull to unravel the secrets she sought.

"While I believe there's much we could learn from each other, Seneca...Mis Lestrange," she continued, her voice a carefully composed melody, with its faux 'mistake' of familiarity, "I've always believed that alliances built on shared understanding are the most enduring.' Adrestia added, her words layered with hidden intent. She wanted Seneca to feel a sense of anticipation, a promise of the intrigue that awaited them.

"As for tea, I find it a splendid idea," she said, her smile demure yet laced with an enigmatic allure. "I would be delighted to host you, I very rarely get visitors to my home."

With a final twirl, their dance came to an end, and Adrestia gracefully released Seneca's hand. Her gaze held a mix of charm and calculation, a reminder that she was not one to be easily ensnared by emotions.