She blinked at his words about not looking for wives nor mothers-in-law, she then glanced at the crowd in a baffled way. Had it been possible the girl she accidentally angered had been jealous upon looking at her because of this man? Why else would she have been so mean? Over a man. A handsome one, but a man, nevertheless. She ducked her head when she noticed he was looking at her neck, glanced about, and saw how some of the other young misses were glaring and shaking their heads. "Yes, well..." she said and looked back to the man, "I... Please, don't make a fuss over me. I am fine."

She gave an awkward smile that one gives that is almost, grimace-like, and she turned to start walking away. But then she stopped, straightened up, and turned to look at the nobleman, "I do thank you though. I am sure that you can see for yourself which young misses you decide to honor or otherwise." She turned again and started off toward a nearby bookcase where she lovingly touched the spines of leather-bound tomes.