Blair half turned away from him, fussing over a delicate Limoges teacup. Once satisfied with her ratio of sugar to tea, she took a small sip, regarding him levelly over the rim. The silence lingered for a beat, before she set it back in its tiny plate and answered his question begrudgingly.
"No Don, this isn't a democratic process," she said cuttingly, hoping she could freeze him out with icy hostility. "I've already narrowed it down to two possibilities. I just needed to assess the relative... talents of the people present before deciding."