"Hm." Daphne pressed her lips into a tight, thin line, her eyes lingering on what was left of Ambrose's meal. This shouldn't be a very difficult matter. Really, she had to assume that he was going to be rather thrilled. It was more the fact that, even now that she had marked it as something she wanted, Daphne's pride remained in place. This was almost like admitting to being wrong, and that was never fun. She hoped Ambrose wasn't going to be a prat about it.
"I know we talked about the Squad a few weeks ago," she began, letting a definite nonchalance take precedence in her tone. "And I've been rethinking my position since then."