[Lockon rubbed his neck. He couldn't exactly refute that, but still, it seemed a little odd to him.] I... guess so.
[For a moment he wondered if he should reciprocate, but that just seemed too strange to him. She was a little too tall for a pat on the head, and a handshake or a hug both seemed rather informal. Frustrated, he decided to take her hand, and bow a little at the waist, just as he had done at the auction.] Goodnight then, Lady Euphemia. [His tone was light and playful, and there was a glint in his eyes. Hopefully that would be good enough end to the evening, and she would dwell on it for a while, rather than her other woes.]