"Oh, if anybody could have made Chrysanthemum work, it would have been a Potts." Daffy chuckled in agreement. This was a little too easy and she was starting to realize just how it made her feel. As much as she was enjoying herself, this whole conversation was making her a little heartsick and though she had offered to take up a quadrille with him if the occasion arose, Daffy was fairly certain that she couldn't go through with it. Ford was a kind soul, but Daff only wanted dance with one Greengrass brother.

"Speaking of my lovely sisters, I think I've eluded them for long enough that it's suspicious." It wasn't too much of a lie, she was supposed to be hovering near Senna somewhere. "I enjoyed our conversation," She passed him another smile.  "I hope you have a wonderful rest of your evening." Daff was quite sure she was ready to head home and drown herself in her pillows now.