Katherine's heart raced, partly terrified that he would break his even demeanor at yell, and even more that he would not. Eward's calmness was getting to her. She bit her lip, maybe a bit harshly, which was terribly unladylike, but Katherine did not for the moment care. When Eward requsested privacy, and seriously, Katherine carefully placed her half-finished glass of wine on the table, her hands shaking. "You...you may," she affirmed as evenly as she could.