A soft laugh was his immediate answer, pleasure and flattery and no hint of malice ringing through, adding to the soft pink her cheeks turned at the thought. Oh how interested she would be in other circumstances but she was there at the ball for a purpose, and these were peers. A night indulgence with a stranger wasn’t out of the question. Rowan did enjoy pairings, as it were. And while she perfectly fine with the morning after and facing work or community together, she found most rarely shared her open mind. In a new place, she would rather not risk it. Pity, though. She was very fond of fun.
“I’m interested in a Bond, at least I’m supposed to be.” It was a small confession, admitting that she was a would be rider, but she had been surprising people with that information all night. This was nothing new. Well, the strange chord hummed through her body was new, somehow admitting her purpose to this man, of all people, seemed to change the very air around her. But that was silly.
“Barring that, breaking in these new shoes.” With her free hand she lifted the hem of her gown enough to show her delicate new shoes, and by consequence, flash the smooth skin of her calves. “So what shall it be, Aeldn? Can I interest you in one or the other?” She flashed him a grin, teasing, mischievous, and her eyes met his with the same glint, full expecting him to pick the latter instead of the former.