His room looks much the same as it did before she was ported out, if perhaps a bit more lived in. More papers on the desk, more personal knick-knacks on the shelves. She supposes that it's to be expected, settling in over all those months she was gone. "Did he do something to offend you personally?"

She doesn't echo his expression, but then she never did, even when they were newlyweds. The look she has isn't the same as the hungry one she gets when she spies a new potential lover, someone she wants to take in and subsume -- no, she looks at March with a sense of appreciation, and it seems too impersonal to sit in his office, so she brushes aside the curtain and draws away to take a seat on the settee.

"Hmm. Does he have that potential, do you think? Or are you only toying with him?" She doesn't care, really, since she can have Raina for herself if it all backfires.