"I don't know," she said innocently, lowering her eyes, but watching him from beneath her lashes with a too sweet smile. "Do I challenge you? It might be boring if I didn't. You would grow tired of me quickly and move on to the next girl at the ball."
Inspecting the contents of the basket with an expression of schooled detachment, Cassandra nodded before pinching a bite of bread with a smirk and declaring the offering, "Acceptable." Twisting about just a bit, she turned so she could lean back against Dylan, mostly because it was secluded and it felt good to have someone there to lean on in the most literal sense of the term, even if it was way too early to know if the figurative would also apply.