[Theo/Maria.]
Theo sighed and bowed his head, weighing her words. "A terrible time," he repeated to himself with a mumble.
Still, he was determined to be stubborn and stick out the ball until the end, however much discomfort he currently felt being here. The determination and lack of good sense bestowed on berserkers, some might say.
"And what of you tonight?" Since it appeared he'd be drinking alone, Theo did so and took a large swallow of his lager. "How are you faring at this ball?"