[There's a flicker of . . . not annoyance, really, but uncertainty. It's a rare day when things don't go precisely as Madam Lutece had predicted they would, and while she might have expected this if she'd known about his real profession, surely a mere tailor isn't going to have that kind of mental fortitude?
Perhaps it's her. She thinks that without self-doubt or blame; perhaps it's simply that he doesn't have enough of an attraction to her. But he'd been fairly game before, and it wouldn't make sense that suddenly he'd lose that attraction.
Hm. She doesn't shift, not yet, but there's something a little more brisk in her expression.]
A rare occurrence nowadays, I assure you. Though it's been known to happen.
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Perhaps it's her. She thinks that without self-doubt or blame; perhaps it's simply that he doesn't have enough of an attraction to her. But he'd been fairly game before, and it wouldn't make sense that suddenly he'd lose that attraction.
Hm. She doesn't shift, not yet, but there's something a little more brisk in her expression.]
A rare occurrence nowadays, I assure you. Though it's been known to happen.