Austrias held a merlot loosely between her fingers while her right arm folded across her midsection. She keeps her right hand busy, playing with the texture of her sweater, basking. This is all the right way, unfolding according to plan and every gentleman will make a sophisticated play for her accept that she is not fully engaged in this dinner course. She is warmly lit and slightly humming, abrupt with her last taste of high society. This time she will say yes to Claymoore if he asks again. She will make that happen. He likes to stay at home so he is easy to find. She will make one stop to pick up his favorite of the albums she owns to cuddle into his small home, listening until he asks again.