Apparently he hadn't been very convincing — he could tell from her tone — but if she was still going to leave, he didn't much care. Whoever this girl was, she already had such a low opinion of him it was likely unsalvagable, so the most Morgan could hope for at the moment was a moment's peace to recover his dignity before he had to rejoin the party. With any luck she'd be scandalized enough by the encounter that she'd leave by the time he made it back to the ballroom, and that would be that. (Though maybe he should figure out what her name was, just to avoid her in the future — with two such negative encounters in the span of a week, he shuddered to think what might happen if he came across her in a social setting where they had to make small talk in the midst of a group).
When she turned to leave he sat down on the floor, figuring that was less likely to end in disaster than an attempt to stand with his pants twisted up the way they were. He was in the process of taking them off again so that he could put them on the right way when she spoke. A situation? He didn't know what she meant by that, but he couldn't imagine it would turn out well for him. Nothing so far in this interaction had. He leaned back, poking his head around the edge of the sofa so that he could peer in her direction, though he couldn't see much given how dim the light in the room was. "What is it?"
When she turned to leave he sat down on the floor, figuring that was less likely to end in disaster than an attempt to stand with his pants twisted up the way they were. He was in the process of taking them off again so that he could put them on the right way when she spoke. A situation? He didn't know what she meant by that, but he couldn't imagine it would turn out well for him. Nothing so far in this interaction had. He leaned back, poking his head around the edge of the sofa so that he could peer in her direction, though he couldn't see much given how dim the light in the room was. "What is it?"
