She flushed under his intense scrutiny, feeling as if he might see through her entirely, as if his eyes might touch her very essence with but a single glance. To his question, her expression betrayed nothing, whether it was understanding or complete bewilderment, and she inclined her head slightly in acknowledgment.
"They do," she agreed softly, and she did wonder what precisely he was up to. Oh, she had her ideas, but nothing concrete enough and she was highly disinclined to voice them if she wasn't certain. "What is it about the event that interests you, Lord?"