"I rather thought I already was," he muttered. Goodness knew he tried, but she was nothing if not exacting - an invaluable characteristic. "Ah, well. I find I can't bring myself to worry too much about being the only object of your attention." He reached very carefully over her to take up his wineglass again, and decided that he'd done something right, clearly. This was a much better resolution than he'd achieved in most of their other disagreements. It helped that time wasn't working against them in this instance. He didn't mind having a tricky knot to untie with the right tools and a leisurely amount of time to go at it, and in such pleasant - well, very-nearly-pleasant - surroundings. "And what do you want to hear now?"