Penelope raised her eyebrows at him. Fine, was he? "Don't tell me you're fine. I had to threaten you to get you to even be here tonight. You said..what was it? You 'preferred not to see me.' And that was after you'd done your thinking. You are not fine," she said shortly. Did he really think she wouldn't catch on to that?
She shook her head sadly, setting her wineglass on the table. "That's why I wanted you to come over, though. To talk about this sort of thing. I don't imagine you get to do that often."