Re: Dex and Bertie
Bertie's half-laugh was distinctly rueful. He was grateful for the question; the memory of his failed conversations with Misses Allen and Bakst helped to cool the warmth in his cheeks brought on by Dex's smirk, else he might have babbled anything at all.
"I think I should give dancing a pass for the rest of the evening. It hasn't gone especially well. If I carry on, I might as well start taking bets for how many silk gloves I'll be slapped with by the end of the evening."
Women. Always a mystery. Bertie still couldn't figure out quite where he'd gone entirely wrong, although reflection had given him a few clues as to his missteps.
"I thought I might hide behind the perfume fountain for a while," he mused. "Or perhaps visit the oracle. Does she have any useful fortune-telling advice, do you know?"