Daphne considered that carefully. It was a little early to duck out for a bit, and the absence would almost certainly be noticed, but she didn't actually care. A certain mood had taken over her, and she was more than content to follow it through and indulge every last desire she had. Under normal circumstances she probably would have strung him along a little more, but she saw no need for that now. So she stood and sipped her drink, beckoning with her finger for Jack to follow her as she headed for the door.