[She chuckles again, arching her brow arrogantly.]
Actress? [He really enjoys insulting her, doesn't he? Her hand grips the tea cup so tightly that her knuckles turn white and the expression on her face darkens until the efforts of her composure from moments before are long gone. How dare he accuse her of--] I said nothing of the sort. I merely noted that the incident occurred due to the influence of wine, and that I wish for it not to happen again under such circumstances.
[Her throat tightens on her last words as she throws the napkin that was neatly sitting in her lap onto the table and stands up quickly, only to immediately turn toward the door.]
But you are free to believe what you will.
[And she will be doing exactly what she promised herself she wouldn't do when she agreed to meet with him. Leaving.]