Reinette smiled in the face of his own. There seemed something inevitable about it. That there was simply no way in which she might meet his smile and not reciprocate. An occurrence she suspected he was well aware of.

"If you will not oblige, can you inform me a reason why I should then in turn 'tell' you. And have I even given you any reason to trust what I might say?"

She is teasing, to a certain point. Though Reinette was often one to utilize masks, to trade on her training and skills to dissemble? When she actually chose to speak to something true, that was not the games and manipulations of court, she preferred honesty.

Not that this was anything he knew.

There was a straining then, the sound of the orchestra beginning a waltz. It was a strange new dance, once merely a delicate section of a far more complex court dance. A moment for bodies to meet after the intricate give and take of steps, partners coming together then falling away. No one, it seemed, wished to work for their rewards anymore.

How like this court.

"But I shall offer you an opportunity to discover more. Dance with me."