Hmm. His quiet on the subject gave Romilda pause. If he'd protested vehemently, that would have been one thing, but he was just silent and... frankly rather miserable looking. She felt like she'd kicked a puppy.
"So do you like girls or do you just like Tracey?" she said, dropping the other subject. Well, sort of. Actually, it was more like combining the two into one question, which was really rather sneaky of her. But he could answer it in terms of the part of the conversation he didn't mind, she hoped.
She shrugged. "I didn't think Tracey would be anyone's beard, that's all."