Anything she needed to do in Detroit? Margaery waited a moment to see if he was kidding – the Cirque Nocturne had been her only reason to come to Michigan at all, much less Detroit specifically. He knew that; something just told her he did. Honestly, Margo thought that if she asked, he would have known a lot of things about her... such as the fact that her divorce wasn't quite finalized.
"I'll make sure it's ready," she agreed, resisting the urge to twirl her hair around her fingers. "But I don't have anything to do in Detroit. I came here for Maddy. And for you, I guess." A pause. "Like, a general you. You the circus, not you you..." There she was again, at that place where she ought to just stop. Margo took her own advice without saying anything, this time, except for a little sigh.