She was being dismissed, she felt. Whether he had intended it or not, that was the message she took away from the phrase you'll have to let me know, and having graduated from the Pendergast School she was not one to miss or ignore social cues dropped into a ballroom conversation. Still, there was something about his dismissal that she liked — there was the implication that they would talk again, and it felt more genuine than just the usual pleasantries. After what they'd been through together she might have expected the opposite; he could have been doing everything possible to keep her at arm's length, not inviting her to share stories about life at her sister's.

"Alright," she agreed with a nod. "I will."

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