She probably wouldn't have been nearly so irritated with him if it weren't for this completely unexpected and frustrating situation they'd found themselves in. She couldn't remember being anywhere near this frustrated on the Strahl--in fact, the same quality she currently hated had been something of an endearing trait less than a year ago. Aboard the ship, during their quest to save and reclaim Dalmasca from the Archadian Empire, the aloof way in which he spoke and kept all of his cards close to his chest had seemed quite mysterious and alluring; the fact that he kept so much to himself made her want to know him more.
Now, however, Ashe thought she'd never disliked anything less.
Arms crossed over her chest, part of her very much wanted to tell him no, she would not be joining him for dinner, not until he gave her some answers. But part of her also knew that he probably wouldn't tell her anything until she gave in and gave him what he wanted. Not that she knew exactly what that was, because he refused to explain himself.
In the end, she moved forward in silent agreement, her arms now down at her sides as she held her shoulders back and head high, posture now everything she was taught a Princess, a ruler, should be. She was still too irked with him to speak. It wasn't like he was going to give her any useful information anyway.