"I do not think that wise at this juncture, Mr. Darrow," came Roslyn's calm reply, a smile not reaching her eyes. Zelda was a stubborn creature who could dig her heels in if pressed, but this man was one Ros was confident she could intimidate into doing as she wished. It was not particularly sporting, she knew, to focus on the weaker target, but this was not a situation where they had the luxury of dithering about.