To say he was used to the outbursts of teenage girls would be a lie, but he had a teenaged sister once, so was not wholly unfamiliar with the situation. He had of course, said the wrong thing, yet again and this time he would relinquish the space without further question.

He didn't realize that he was supposed to let a lady, young or not, family friend or not, freeze in a garden. His mother would in fact have his head if she knew, but he was not about to argue with the young lady before him. Miss Thompsett was incorrect; this was the Potts home, filled with Potts people, and they would likely think nothing of it, knowing it was his, or that he would have done it for any of the women present here tonight.

"Fine," he managed, still slightly taken aback, voice quiet and resigned. "Enjoy the rest of your evening, Miss Thompsett." He was off to say goodbye to Zinnia and head home. He had done his best to give the night a go, but clearly he was out of his depth still.