Bela nodded, not about to really reply - as she'd said, it wasn't her marriage - but she did blink and laugh as Lulu simply froze her way out of the room. "Convenient," she murmured, smiling faintly. She wasn't really jealous or worried about Dean, unless it was worry of being trampled underfoot of the seemingly endless waves of young women and men. That would displease her immensely.