Now this was a subject she didn't know how to approach. The question was simple enough and deserved an equally as simple reply for she was sure he didn't want to have her go on and on about the truth of her being in London. She wouldn't want him to such a thing to her, at least. So, Marguerite arched her finely shaped eyebrows and shook her head once.
"Ah, that is a good question, better yet, what is keeping me here? Nothing much is the answer to both, I am afraid," but still, even that seemed too vague. She shifted, re-crossed her legs and in doing so, briefly, the toe of her stiletto danced over his calf.
"I am not prone, these days, to the desire of settling anywhere. I could very well go to Venice just now and be utterly happy in the escape, even if it were just temporary."