What was it about him? Samira was trying to quickly work out the thing she was reading (or failing to read) here, but it wasn't coming to her. But she had little to lose in her honesty here, and so much of high society was boring her. Maybe he was worth finding more about, or maybe he was just worth manipulating down the line. Either way, Samira allowed herself to keep talking.
"I must admit I haven't paid very much attention to you at all since we met," Samira told him. "Just as I feel you've paid little attention to me. I generally prefer it that way. When people find you a little dull it's easier to get a read on them. But," she added, watching him carefully, "I'll concede I may have read you wrong." It wasn't the embezzling. That was a crime to be found in every third high class office. No, it was the other thing, the thing she couldn't quite work out yet.
Was she being so open just because she was so bored of having no one to talk to honestly here? That seemed deeply pathetic to Samira.