He stared at down at her hand on his, confused. He was getting mixed signals here. "The poor far outnumber the rich. We just need to convince people that it's more worthwhile to fight for their overthrow than for a small salary." he said weakly.

"So they fight for the rich and at least gets paid for it" she replied staring up at him, hoping he would understand.

"We will convince them not to fight for the rich." Jacob said, slightly irritable. He didn't like this conversation anymore. It was like being back at university.

Alex sighed, let go and moved back to her seat. Were all men stupid then? Probably.

Good! He had won the argument! He smiled at her and sipped his tea.

"Aren't your parents worried about you?" he changed the subject.

"Fathers out of town with the witc.... my stepmother" she caught herself at the least second. "And I doubt any of the house staff know I'm gone."

"The witch?" He laughed.

"She's terrible" she replied with a light blush from being caught.

Jacob looked at her, amused. "Let's you clean the house and won't let you attend the ball?"

Alex huffed. "Other way around."