There was a distinct shift in the atmosphere of the room, and it caught Jules off guard. She had been expecting him to be offended, which was why she didn't want to tell him in the first place. She had not expected him to sit cross-legged on the sofa like that, or to look at her like that, or to smile. Juliana Binns was hardly a conventional woman, but the turn this had taken had her blushing all the same. She turned a bit towards him, and took the opportunity as she did so to scoot back just slightly on the sofa, so that he wasn't quite so close when he leaned his arm against his knee like that.

"No, it's — it's not because you're a man," she clarified, flustered despite herself. She'd said gentleman, which she supposed could have been a synonym in certain situations, but that wasn't what she'd meant at all. She'd meant all of the things that typically went along with that word when women said things like oh, he's such a perfect gentleman. Now he thought she had some bizarre prejudice against the opposite sex. "It's because you're —" she started, but hesitated. Kind was the word that came to mind, but now that he was looking at her as though they were playing a game rather than having a conversation she wasn't sure she wanted to say it. He might make fun of her, either for her choice in the word or for whatever she had based that assumption on. She didn't have any evidence for the conclusion, not really. It was just a feeling that she had, that she didn't want to admit to.

"Fine," she said, deciding that answering a few questions would be less embarrassing than trying to defend herself at this point. "What do you want to know?"