Will took the drink and waited for her to finish talking before he drank it all. He turned to look back in at the party. He felt better, in a way, because this wasn't the rejection he thought he'd get, but also worse, because he had an inherent rejection of all things authority. What right did they have to claim ownership of a person, to claim her personal choice, every minute of her time? It made him angry, but he kept that to himself. Maybe he would go back to Much after all, rob them all blind.
"I understand," he said, placing the empty glass down on a small cafe table, and giving Luna a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "I respect that is what your position is."