Sina huffed a breath out at him. He was trying to seduce her. Did she want him to seduce her? She had not decided yet; she wanted something. "I am better than them," Sina said, and believed it. She took a sip of her brandy and folded her legs underneath her in the armchair; a slightly ridiculous feat when she was still in evening wear, but she did not care if the dress would be rumpled later.