Miss Flint looked like she might not have been all there. How much did she drink? That was not something he wanted to question, as it felt like something that could be viewed as an insult. As far as he knew, this was a one time thing. Could he really blame her? Recent evidence showed that he was not perfect either.

Rather dull? That didn't sound right. And her words did not quite meet her eyes. But he didn't want to be rude by snooping into her business. Especially with the state she was in. He was trying to remain respectful. Her next sentence made him raise an eyebrow. "Oh? How so?" He asked.