This was what her darling husband wished to discuss in the middle of what would likely be their only dance of the evening? His brother's drunken antics? By now, her mask had slipped firmly into place, her disinterest in continuing the dance increasing by the second. Did he even love her? Was Daniel capable of love?

"I've not spoken to him for more than the basic hello. Perhaps Ambrosia would be a better person to ask?" Arthur was her husband, after all. Freya wasn't about to approach her filthy brother-in-law, that was certain. "Her dance fee isn't high, I don't think. You might have a private discussion with her."