Well, that was far more venom than was warranted. He ought to be careful. At least one person was listening — the gentleman she'd been talking to when he was eavesdropping — and if he kept on that way he might draw more attention to himself. She doubted very much that he wanted anyone asking why he'd decided to pick a fight with a young woman, and if push came to shove she suspected her future invitations to this box were far more secure than his were. He may have had a professional connection (she guessed; why else would he be here?) but she was family. If he'd been meaning to jab and retreat he'd picked the wrong target; she wasn't the sort to back down.

"Oh, may I," she oozed. "How utterly magnanimous of you. I hadn't realized it was your box." She also didn't know why he was picking fights at all — she'd have to ask Eamon about it, later. Whatever had she done to make him cranky? Maybe he needs a nap, she thought gleefully to herself, enjoying the continued play on the baby brother comment.

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