Caroline’s eyebrows rose skeptically at his response. She was sure he would be alright. His pride might be wounded and the needles on the tree looked less than friendly. But she’d never heard of anyone being maimed by a pine tree at a ball before. But she bit back the retort on her lips.

“Oh?” Was he referring to embarrassing himself now or during their last encounter. She had chalked his behavior last time to being crazy, falling into a tree seemed to fit that category. But she did have to admit he appeared at least a bit more lucid during their few words.

Against Caroline’s better judgement she decided to be polite, “Would you like help?” Her tone didn’t indicate any willingness, nor was she entirely sure she would be the one to provide help, but she supposed she could at least get someone to haul his ass out of the tree.