"Indeed," She replied as she followed him casually. "Like the keen-eyed, almost socially inept, solitary detective with a desire for answers but who suddenly wants to avoid questions? Like why you keep watching the tall, curly-haired man with a dodgy shoulder?" She looked down at her glass before taking a sip. She'd noticed her 'subject' observing the man currently dancing with a lady in opera gloves. His carriage as they moved gave away that he had some trouble with his shoulder, his arm not held as high as would be generally expected.