With her response cut off by her tutor, Alexandra sighed deeply before she raised, rearranged the skirt and took her seat again, this time over playing the action of smoothing out the skirt. It was too late into the evening to truly worry about such things, but she didn’t need it getting back to her father. Not when she still had a couple of days left within the house.

Once seated Alex shifted her gaze between the two with a light frowned. Her mind swirled with questions as she leant back into the seat and intertwined her hands together on her lap. How did they know each other? Why did Nadia keep using the wrong name? Why was he so good at German? So many questions, yet all impolite to ask.

"Where you even in town for it Mr Koch?" she asked while shoot a look to Nadia as if the woman should have thought of that fact first.