That was, perhaps, the most logical thing that Rufina had ever said to him. It made him no less inclined to actually act on her words, but it did mean that for a moment he had nothing to use as a direct retort.

"Fine," he said after a moment. Dinner, he supposed, wouldn't hurt. His concentration had already been interrupted, and he could come back to this immediately after the dessert plates were cleared. "I'm not dressed for dinner, though — you'll have to send someone up."