Her blank face told him more than she knew, he was sure, as did her answer. A woman who thought she knew more than she did, but also a woman who was used to disguising herself, blocking off her emotions and taking the opportunities that presented themselves.
Too cold, however, he deduced. Too...clinical. He smiled at her taking a calm sip of his tea.
'And yet my contacts have returned to my fold,' he said calmly. 'Which obviously they would not have done if I had not been keeping my eye on them.' His voice was soft, nearly seductive though his face was merely polite, pleasant.
'You've made an error of judgement, Miss Dorny,' he said calmly. 'I take care of those who work me, even those who stray at times.' Though he did not stop short of threats if it worked. 'Question is now, how to...correct...your error,' he said. 'After all, as much as I respect initiative and drive, you cannot expect me to approve of someone moving into my turf - or targeting my contacts.' Again his voice was like velvet, not a hint of threat or danger. That could change quickly however, depending on her response.