"I admit I went out for a moment for some air." He admits, moving to sit opposite her at the little table. "Forgive me, I didn't mean to leave you without company. You were not lacking for company, I hope?" He asks, shifting to make himself comfortable.
Mercedes smiles, "Aside from an irrational fear of being guillotined throughout the evening, Madam York? It was a pleasant way to spend the evening. And yourself? Was it an adequate distraction for a short time?"