“You want me to go to a party with you?” She didn’t mean to sound so incredulous, she was just very suspicious of his motivations.
“It’s more like a soirée,” Egon insisted. She laughed at the distinction.
“So a party in fancy dress?” She teased.
“It’s at the home of the eldest prince, if that changes anything. It’s just dinner and some dancing.” He was really trying to sell it to her.
“So I’d be your date?” She looked over to Evander, who put both his hands up, shrugged, and shook his head. “You are aware that I’m married.”
“That’s never gotten in my way before,” he joked. She didn’t find it appealing. Whether he was referencing her or other women, it was a little too crass for her taste.
“Yes, that’s going to get you a date,” she chastised.
“I’m sorry,” he insisted, getting up fro
