Caractacus gracefully reclaimed the gobstone, though he was inwardly somewhat startled. Who knew that Eileen Prince was a woman who needed something as simple as a 'please' to be so agreeable? Perhaps his mother had been right all along about the importance of a few simple words.
"Thank you." He offered in the same tone, still keeping his eyes on Ms. Prince's. He would be polite, but damned if he was going to raise his voice or turn away his gaze like a petulant child.
In the next moment, however, Caractacus found himself utterly and completely confused. It was not a comforting sensation. After a moment, however, Burke realized the implications of Ms. Prince's question. 'She SAW that?' He'd never felt so mortified in his life (and he had experienced his fair share of humiliating incidents).
Burke's face and neck turned a remarkably bright crimson, "Oh, ah...I also offer my apologies if anything you saw ah...offended you." Now he wasn't looking at Ms. Prince. Now his gaze was focused very, very intently on the floor.